Waylen pulled her into a kiss.

“Do you think we're too old? I'm still young enough to have another one!"

Rena chuckled. "Maybe you are, but I'm not!"

Waylen tenderly stroked her waist. "Why not? You're still as sensitive as before!"

His words became more and more explicit. Rena blushed and decided to put him to sleep.

She knew continuing this conversation wouldn't be wise.

But as she stood up, she saw someone at the door.

It was Leonel!

He seemed to have overheard their chat, and Rena felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

Leonel showed his thoughtfulness by taking care of things.

He hung up Waylen's coat and said softly, "Go ahead and eat some more. I'll take care of... Mr. Fowler."

Rena felt they needed to have a conversation and left the room, but after a few steps, she stopped and turned back.

"Leonel, don't blame Waylen for what he did to you before, okay?

He's just..."

Leonel gave a small smile. "I won't," he replied.

Rena then headed downstairs. In the dimly lit bedroom, Waylen, a bit tipsy from the alcohol, had loosened his shirt and was now asking for water.

“I'll get it," Leonel offered quietly.

He fetched a cup of warm water and bent one knee to kneel on the bed. “Here's some water, Mr. Fowler," he said, holding out the cup.

Waylen opened his eyes and saw the young, successful man beside his bed.

After a moment, he asked softly, "What did you just call me?"