On this day, this man was completely hers.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening by the time Waylen arrived at his parents’ house.

He had brought the dog and left it with the servant.

As soon as he entered the Living room, Cecilia rushed over and held his arm fawningly.

“Waylen! You're here! I've missed you!"

Grinning, Waylen touched her head with a smile.

Cecilia squealed with glee.

"By the way, where'd that dog come from? I can't tell what breed it is."

Just then, Waylen noticed that Harold was also there, sitting on the sofa.

Waylen sat down opposite him and said lazily, "It used to be a stray dog in our neighborhood. Rena likes it very much, so I brought it back.

It's hers now."

Cecilia sniffed somewhat indignantly.

"I was wondering why you suddenly got a dog. It turns out that it's because of Rena,” she said, sticking out her tongue at her brother.

Just then, Juliette came out of the kitchen.

When she that saw her son had come back alone, she was dissatisfied.

"I heard from Jazlyn that you went to see Rena today. Why didn't you bring her back for dinner?"

Waylen said dismissively, “I'll bring her over for dinner in a few days."

Hearing this, Juliette cheered up.

Harold had been watching this exchange coldly.

Waylen had seemed so Languid ever since he arrived.

Men knew men best.

Only after a man did it many times would he feel this languid.