Rena was in a trance when her phone suddenly rang, pulling her back to reality. it was Waylen calling.

He must be on his way back home. Rena could hear the traffic sounds in the background as she answered his call. His voice was as soothing as always.

"Hey, | just got a call from Dad.

He mentioned that he already picked up Alexis and Marcus. Where are you right now? Let's head to the concert together.”

Rena spoke softly—so softly that it hid the almost imperceptible tremble in her voice.

“I'm having coffee with Vera.”

Waylen fell silent for a moment before finally laughing bitterly.

“lt seems that you don't have the time to accompany me, your husband. Mrs. Fowler, I'm beginning to feel a little depressed..."

Vera hurriedly mouthed at her, "I'm good."

But Rena felt that she and Vera hadn't seen each other in so long, and she couldn't just leave her friend alone.

Nevertheless, around an hour later, Rena returned to the villa.

The light in the hall was bright, and a delicate spread of delicious-looking food was laid out on the table. It looked like Waylen's cooking.

At this time, he was sitting on the sofa, reading a financial report.

Even upon hearing her approaching footsteps, he didn't look up.

Rena shrugged off her coat and plopped down beside him.

"Are you mad?"

Waylen put down the financial report and pulled her to sit on his lap. While kissing her, he reached under her skirt and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You came home too late. Mrs. Fowler, | almost began to wonder if you had grown tired of me."

He was really busy these days.

He hadn't made love with her in over a week.

They usually got along well with each other. Whenever Waylen wanted to do it, Rena would submit to him obediently.

With Rena in his lap, he was instantly turned on. From the way things were going, it was clear that he intended to do it on the sofa, so Rena tried to stop him.

"What're you doing?