"If he belongs to me, wherever he is, he'll long for me. And if he's not mine, he'll go to you, even in Braseovell.”

Elvira was stunned.

She hadn't expected Rena to be so indifferent to the matter.

Looking at Waylen, Rena said in a gentle tone, “Elvira, you persistently believe that your connection with him is unbreakable. But what Waylen and | share has long replaced your past. He may not always be mine but... He ceased to be yours a long time ago." ©

Elvira's face turned pale.

She felt completely disregarded, as if no one cared about her existence.

Waylen instructed the staff to lead Elvira away. Once the office fell silent, he slowly walked from behind his desk to Rena.

He embraced her tenderly and whispered in a slightly trembling voice, “Thank you, Mrs. Fowler."

Rena leaned against his shoulder.

The warmth of their embrace made them forget everything else...

After a while, she whispered softly, "Even if I don't entirely believe in your love for me, | trust in your love for Alexis. That is a depth of connection Elvira can never comprehend..."

Her face pressed against his neck and she felt a comforting warmth.

Waylen had always been the epitome of perfection, charm, and allure to women.

But Rena didn't tell him that she cherished nothing more than the role he played as Alexis’ father...

She whispered in his ear, "We haven't remarried yet, Waylen. Do you feel like we're having a clandestine affair right now?"

Waylen's body ignited with desire.

He never expected Rena to flirt with him like this.

His instincts kicked in and he swiftly reciprocated. Pressing her against him, he asked in a husky voice, “Then let's stay here in the hotel tonight."

Rena's body softened.

"I want to go home and be with you on your bed."

Waylen playfully nibbled the tender flesh behind her ear and teased, "Where did you learn all this, hmm? Who else but me could have taught you?"

Unable to resist the temptation, he lifted her onto the large desk.