Yet Waylen proceeded directly to his request.

“I've heard about your upcoming school anniversary celebrations with various performances. I have a rather unconventional request. I'd like my girlfriend to perform on stage."

Nelson hesitated.

Waylen's tone held a hint of amusement.

"I'm prepared to donate 20 million dollars to sponsor the event.”

This time, there was no hesitation from Nelson

His response was swift.

"It's merely a performance. No need to talk money."

Waylen's smile deepened.

“I want my girlfriend to play the piano. I'LL also manage the stage design."

Nelson readily agreed.

Stage design was a minor consideration. If Waylen desired, Rena's name could adorn the entire venue. The offer wasn't solely about the 20 million dollars. Nelson recognized the potential connections he could forge with the Fowler family.

Having concluded the call, Waylen departed discreetly.

The soft morning light elongated his figure as he walked away...

*

Waylen remained absent throughout the night.

He had anticipated Rena's displeasure, knowing she had a tendency for a temper.

However, when he unlocked the apartment door, he was met with a waft of enticing aromas.

The entire house was filled with the fragrance of cooking.

In the kitchen, Rena bustled about, clad in an oversized T-shirt and a delicate Light pink apron.

She appeared every bit like a wife.

This sight alleviated Waylen's troubled heart somewhat. Drawing her into an embrace from behind, he whispered, “I didn't come home last night. Why didn't you call me? It's not good to indulge a man like this. Rena, as Mrs. Fowler-to-be, your first lesson should be Learning to rein me in... Agreed?”