Ruth turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to sober up.

Once she had regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, "But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I can manipulate."

Aline's lips curled into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure was undeniable.

Thoughts of Waylen crossed her mind.

He was not one to easily indulge in casual affairs with other women, as though his heart belonged solely to Rena.