Jazlyn nodded.

"Got it, Mr. Fowler."

"One more thing.” Just as Jazlyn was about to leave, Waylen stopped her. After hesitating for a while, he said, "You have a good relationship with Rena, don't you? Can you help me persuade her?"

Jazlyn bit her lip nervously.

She felt caught between a rock and a hard place, and she didn't know what to do.

Seeing the conflict in Jazlyn's eyes, Waylen sighed and waved his hand at her dismissively.

"You can go now."

The door was closed gently behind her.

Waylen leaned against the backrest and swiveled his chair to face the French windows. He couldn't stop thinking about Rena.

They were married, but they were far from happy.

He didn't want a marriage or a wife in the first place. He always intended to sign the divorce papers as soon as he came back, but now, he found himself unwilling to let her go...

And Waylen hated himself for it.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. Upon glancing at the caller ID, he saw that it was from Rena.

His hand shot out and he immediately answered the phone.

"What's up?"

Rena didn't sound as cold as usual.

"Hi, Waylen. Are you free right now? Let's have coffee.” coffee? Waylen's heart skipped a beat.

His leather chair swiveled gently as he rested his elbow on his desk, asking in a low voice,

"Are you going to talk about the divorce with me again?"

"No," Rena answered softly.

Without a moment to lose, Waylen immediately stood up and grabbed his car keys.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up."