Meanwhile, Waylen was deep in thought as he drove. After a while, he said, "The kids aren't here with us. Why don't we stop by and see your uncle?"

Rena shook her head.

"It's too late now. He's probably already asleep."

With a snicker, Waylen looked at his wife and asked, "Mrs. Fowler, shall we have a drink then?"

Rena frowned.

“Aren't you driving?"

Waylen's smile widened even further.

"I can watch you drink. It's so rare for us not to take care of the kids for a change. Mrs. Fowler, why don't we relax a little bit?"

In the past two years, it wasn't only Cecilia and Mark who were having a hard time. Waylen and Rena also had their fair share of issues.

Waylen knew his sister very well. The thing he was afraid the most was that Mark might really die.

When that happened, Cecilia would be so depressed that she might end up crying her entire life.

Fortunately, Mark came back alive.

Waylen rubbed the back of his neck and said softly, "I really want to relax."

Rena agreed.

She thought they would go to a bar and enjoy some nice music while sipping on a glass of wine.

However, Waylen had a different idea. He took her to the apartment where they used to live before. No one had lived there for a long time. As such, the air inside felt stale and chilly.

As soon as Rena entered, she found herself silenced by Waylen's Lips.

He grabbed her waist and pressed his body against hers until her back was against the wall. He kissed her like he was devouring her, trying to satisfy an unquenchable hunger.

Rena cupped Waylen's face with both hands as their breaths mingled with each other. Up close, he looked even more handsome.

"Mr. Fowler, don't you want a drink?"