However, now that her love had faded, she treated him politely, maintaining her dignity and ready to Leave at any moment.

Damn it!

Waylen found solace in alcohol at the club...

The room remained packed, filled with familiar faces, including

Harold's.

Since marrying Vera, Roscoe seldom engaged in clubbing. He came solely to keep Waylen company upon hearing of his presence, for he had Waylen and Rena to thank that he could marry Vera

Roscoe comfortingly tapped Waylen's shoulder and inquired, “Are you alright? I can drive you home."

Resting against the sofa's back, Waylen leisurely exhaled smoke, exuding an alluring and enticing aura.

A few young women also occupied the private room. They surreptitiously stole glances at Waylen, captivated by his charm, yet none dared to make advances. Waylen's reputation for aloofness preceded him, leaving them no choice but to admire him from afar.

Roscoe sensed Waylen's inner turmoil. He smiled and remarked, "With such a captivating face, who could possibly resist your allure?"

“Come on.”

Waylen narrowed his eyes at Roscoe and slowly uttered, “Rena remains uninterested in me. Roscoe... I wholeheartedly devote myself to her.

Why doesn't she feel anything for me? She used to be so nice to me, her face blushing at the mere sight of me and she delighted in our intimate encounters."

Roscoe forced an awkward smile.

Indeed, women differed from men. When they loved a man deeply, they reveled in intimacy but, when love faded, they turned cold.

Fearful of provoking Waylen further, Roscoe simply urged him to return home.

“You've had too much to drink. Allow me to drive you back. Don't you have a court trial tomorrow?"

Waylen cast another glance at Roscoe.

Then, without warning, he tossed his phone to Roscoe and instructed,

"Call Rena. She should still be at the music studio. Ask her to come and pick me up."

Roscoe was taken aback, his disbelief evident.

How could WayLen stoop so low?