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?"