He held Rena's hand with the other and said, "Anytime, Mrs. Fowler."

Rena was and would always be his top priority. ©

For the rest of his life, his time was Rena's. @

He was willing to wait—no matter how long it took—until she said she loved him.

However, as soon as the gold Bentley Continental GT pulled slowly into the Fowler mansion's driveway, both Rena and Waylen sensed something was wrong.

They stepped inside the house with trepidation.

In the living room, several policeman were talking.

“Dad, what's going on? What happened?" Waylen looked around and drowned.

A depressed-looking Korbyn was sitting on the sofa. He seemed to have aged overnight.

"Cecilia was kidnapped," he said wearily.

Waylen was stunned.

His mind was flooded with countless possibilities. Finally, he cracked a smile and ‘suggested, "Maybe she had a few drinks and ended up somewhere, being her usual playful self. Who would bother kidnapping someone like her? It wouldn't make any sense."

At this, Juliette buried her face in her hands and burst into tears.

Korbyn glared at Waylen and hissed, "How could you say that about your sister?"

The policemen couldn't help but chuckle. They shook hands with Waylen and said, "Mr. Fowler, welll inform you as soon as we get any clues."

Waylen nodded.

"Thank you, officers.”

After walking the policemen out, Waylen sat on the sofa and looked at Rena, who had been quiet this whole time.

“Rena, what kind of person do you think would kidnap Cecilia? Are they after her money or her beauty?”

Rena was speechless.

Waylen had obviously guessed who the kidnapper was, yet he still asked Rena such a question! ©

The extravagant bedroom was dimly lit.