Just now, Harold was in hysterics, but now, he replied with a smiling face.

What a two-faced, heartless man!

Waylen didn't want to waste his breath on him anymore. Just then, his phone rang; it was Rena calling.

Without hesitation, he answered the phone in front of Harold.

“I'LL be back soon, Rena. The matter's almost been settled. And didn't

I tell you to go to bed without me? Why are you still waiting for me?

Are you looking forward to another around with me, huh?"

Waylen didn't hide his intimate relationship with Rena and flirted with her right in front of Harold.

He even put the call on speakerphone.

“Waylen, can we do this again tomorrow night?" Rena asked shyly.

Harold clenched his fists and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

After ending the call, Waylen got in his car and drove away.

Harold, on the other hand, couldn't move.

He kept thinking about what Rena said to Waylen on the phone just now.

She said she wanted to have sex with him again.

And judging from the way she said this, she didn't sound reluctant at all. On the contrary, her voice was gentle and almost eager, as though she was looking forward to being fucked by Waylen.

Something warm trickled down Harold's cheeks.

In a daze, he touched it. Only then did he realize that he was crying.

How could he shed tears?

What a joke!

How could he cry over a woman?

It was three o'clock in the morning by the time Waylen returned to his apartment.