Truthfully, Rena didn't despise this side of him, but she insisted he amend his invasive tendencies.

As she concluded, a male voice drifted in from the private room's entrance.

"Midlife crisis, am I?"

Rena swiveled.

Waylen, clad in a business suit, appeared to have just left a formal engagement. Drawing close, he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips, murmuring, "Mrs. Fowler, it seems you value me less now that you have me, is that so?"

In his prime, Waylen exuded an alluring blend of charm and elegance.

He leaned in to kiss his wife, creating an enchantingly beautiful tableau.

Vera couldn't resist observing the intimate moment.

She watched, utterly fascinated.

Caught in the spell of the kiss, Rena's lips parted, whispering, “Waylen."

His fingers traced her Lips...

Romance saturated the air.

Feeling like an intruder on the scene, Vera grabbed her purse, announcing, “I'll leave you two to it, then. Have a good chat."

"May I offer you a ride home?" Waylen extended the courtesy.

"No, I'll manage, thanks."

Unwilling to impose, Vera made a swift exit.

Once she'd gone, Waylen sauntered over to the door, closing it with a soft click.

Turning back, he found Rena's gaze fixed on him.

Approaching, he picked up a crystal glass, sniffing its contents.

Rena's visage, flushed, revealed her inebriation.