Her appearance was a mess.

Waylen patiently accompanied her, holding her in his arms and patting her on the back.

Feeling ashamed, she sweated profusely inside his hot embrace.

At the same time, she wondered how he could control himself. She thought men were more impulsive than women.

Leaning toward her ear, Waylen asked, “Do you feel sorry for me?"

Rena refused to answer him.

As the night deepened, Waylen's mood sank Little by Little. He gently brushed his fingers over her face and said, “Don't run around these days, okay?”

Rena nodded obediently.

Waylen kissed her and thought she was a good girl.

He thought if... If only it was real. If he and Rena had known each other when she was 20, then he would've given all the best to her.

The night passed.

Rena was simple-minded and had a good night's sleep.

Waylen worried about his real wife while the younger version of her was in his arms.

Daylight had begun chasing away the darkness.

Vera suddenly burst into the master bedroom. She stood at the doorway and said boldly, “I've thought it through. It's just a breakup. I'm okay now. I feel so much better."

With Rena still asleep in his arms, Waylen fumed with rage.

He called Roscoe directly, "Come and take Vera away, please."

Vera stammered, "Why did you ask him to take me away?"

Waylen pulled up the quilt to cover up. He had no top on, and he had several teeth marks on his lower abdomen. Vera was stunned.

Waylen slept with Rena.

And... This man actually had a great body.

Vera started bleeding from the nose, which made Waylen even more disgusted. He put on his clothes and took Vera to the bathroom in the guest room.