The person Aline envied most was Rena.

If Aline had any hope of ending up with Harold, she never would've fooled around with Joseph.

She loathed Rena.

Aline stood in the darkness, and occasionally, the city Lights shone on her.

In her red dress, she Looked like a ghost.

Waylen rolled down the car window halfway. He sat there quietly and finished a cigarette. From where he was sitting, he could see Aline and the pure hatred in her eyes.

After a few minutes, he shifted gears and stepped on the gas. He took Rena away from the club.

In the back seat, Vera sat quietly.

Rena tried to climb into the back seat beside Vera to comfort her, but Waylen refused. He held Rena's hand and insisted that she stayed by his side.

“Where are we going?" Rena asked in a low voice.

Waylen gently squeezed her hand and replied, "To my place."

Rena thought it was inappropriate.

But in Waylen's heart, Rena was his wife, and his home was her home. It was okay for Rena to bring a friend home occasionally.

Waylen's Luxury car was like a meteor shooting across the night sky. When they arrived at the apartment, Waylen considerately opened the door of the guest room for Vera. The guest room had its own bathroom.

Waylen said to Rena, "A lot of your clothes are in the master bedroom already. You may lend Vera some of them if you want."

Rena wondered when her clothes arrived here.

Vera was very gossipy.

Even when she was sad, she still wanted to tittle-tattle.

Sniffing, she asked Rena, "You two are living in together?"

Rena couldn't make it clear.

When Rena entered the master bedroom, she marched directly to the walk-in closet and snapped, “Who told you to bring my clothes here? You always talk nonsense and ruin my reputation."

When she threw open the cloakroom doors, she saw pieces from all of her favorite fashion brands inside.