Marcus had always been indifferent to casual flings, considering them optional.

Amidst the social revelry, Marcus, uninterested, chose not to partake.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved it until he met Melissa.

The mere thought of that name wiped the smile off his face.

Marcus changed into different attire, grabbing the car keys as he prepared to head out. Descending the stairs, he encountered Waylen.

Setting aside his coffee, Waylen appraised his son and teased, “Are you dressing up for a date?"

Marcus pursed his lips and said, "It's James."

Waylen, a bit disappointed, quipped, "He's married. Why does he still gallivant around? Shouldn't he be with his wife?"

Marcus adjusted his collar, retorting, "Dad, not everyone wants to spend all their time with their spouse like you do."

Waylen wasn't pleased.

"I can't believe you're sassing me. Marcus, you're something. Why don't you find a wife?"

Marcus' demeanor shifted. "Fine. Find one for me. I can marry her tomorrow."

With that, Marcus departed.

Waylen muttered to himself, "He's playing hardball with me."

Gracefully, Rena descended the stairs.

Waylen gestured towards the outdoors, commenting, “That's our admirable son. It's astonishing that he casually mentioned marrying a random woman. He just ended things with his girlfriend, and it's no big deal. Oh, look at him!"

Disregarding Waylen, Rena proceeded to organize the dinner.

Waylen, unable to resist, grasped his wife's hand and remarked, “Rena, we're his parents, and we have to do something! What do you think is going on with him? Is he not interested in women anymore?"

Rena couldn't tolerate Waylen.

"He's only going to Livebop for a year. The world isn't ending.