Harold?

Waylen slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.

After awhile, he replied coldly, "Since you know that it's already so late in the night, why are you still asking me to go all the way to the station? I'm not Harold's guardian!"

Frederic chose his next words very carefully.

"Mr. Moore got into another brawl over a woman in the club. If you don't come now, we'll have no choice but to ask Miss Fowler to bail him out."

Waylen snorted, but he didn't say anything more.

Instead, he continued to smoke slowly until his cigarette was finished.

Frederic held his breath, wondering if Waylen would come or not.

He didn't dare to urge Waylen, so he just stayed silent.

After a long while, Waylen suddenly chuckled.

“Was Harold the one who asked for me specifically?"

Frederic was stunned.

How did Waylen know?

But it was inappropriate for him to interfere in their private family affairs, so he just gave a perfunctory response.

“Whatever. I'll be there soon.”

After putting the phone down, Waylen got up and get dressed. He went and knocked on the glass door of the bathroom, saying, “Something came up and I'm heading out. Go to bed first. Don't wait up for me."

Rena couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

How could he Leave tonight right after they got intimate?

Waylen guessed what she was thinking, so he entered the bathroom and stood over the bathtub. Without warning, he squatted down and reached under the water... Rena blushed and grabbed his arm to stop him.

“I'm sorry, but it's important. I'll be back soon." His voice was very hoarse as his eyes roamed over her naked body.

And Rena clearly didn't want him to leave.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.