Waylen had to attend a social engagement for work one day.
He was in a bad mood, so he drank a little too much at the banquet.
After the party, he got in the car tipsy and dizzy.
The chauffeur knew nothing about Waylenâs private life, so he commented while he was opening the car door for his boss, âYouâre drunk, Mr.
Fowler.
Mrs.
Fowler wonât be pleased.
Women donât like their men coming home to them intoxicated.
â
Hearing the chauffeurâs remark, Waylen just leaned against the back seat.
He took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it.
Exhaling the smoke, he smiled bitterly and asked, âAre you sure she even cares?â
He had been living like he didnât have a wife.
Right now, he and Rena were more like roommates sharing a house.
Rena kept away from him, her own husband.
They hadnât shared a bed in months.
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She didnât allow him to touch her at all.
It was normal for a couple to have fights sometimes, but they should be able to resolve their problems and ki*s and make up.
But Rena chose to move into another bedroom.
It was difficult for Waylen to talk to her, much more sleep with her.
Because of the wedge that Rena drove between them, they couldnât tackle their difficulties and move on.
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Sensing the pain in Waylenâs tone, the chauffeur decided not to say anything more.
He shut the car door, walked around the car, and hopped into the driverâs seat.
He gunned the engine and was about to pull away when someone shouted.
âMr.
Fowler!â
Waylen looked out the window and saw Mavis.
She was on a crutch and hobbling toward Waylenâs car.
Following Waylenâs gaze, Mavis looked at her leg with grievance.
She explained, âThe doctor said my leg should recover within two months, and there will be no sequela.
â
After saying that, she put on her victimized look.
She thought that Waylen would come visit her more often now that he and Rena were no longer in speaking terms.
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But he hadnât shown up.
It didnât matter.
If he couldnât come see her, then she would just come see him.
Waylen just nodded at Mavis and ordered the chauffeur to drive.
The chauffeur started driving toward the main road.
Watching the lavish black vehicle pass her by, Mavis sneered.