She deliberately dropped her crutch and let herself fall to the ground.
She made sure to appear frail and helpless.
Waylen happened to see Mavis falling.
He frowned and barked, âStop the car.
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The chauffeur dithered about following Waylenâs order.
Waylen said in a low voice, âHelp her get in the car and give her a ride home.
â
The chauffeur hesitated, âMrs.
Fowler isnât going to like this, Mr.
Fowler.
â
Holding his spinning, aching head, Waylen retorted, âIf you donât tell her, then she wonât find out.
Besides, weâre just sending the poor girl home.
Thereâs nothing wrong with that.
â
Unable to refute his bossâ logic, the chauffeur had no choice but to get out of the car and then help Mavis into it.
Mavis sat next to Waylen.
Feeling exhausted, Waylen ignored Mavis, rested his head on the back of his seat, and closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, Mavis savored Waylenâs scent that was like pine.
She quietly turned to stare at him.
His facial features were so sharp and perfect, and he exuded such a beautiful, noble temperament.
And this car was extremely luxurious.
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Thinking about all those things, Mavis felt her blood boil with desire.
She greedily inhaled the air around Waylen and then imagined what s@x with him would be like.
Would he press her against the mattress? Would his handsome face contort in sweet agony as he thrust into her?
The mere thought of it made her hot and bothered.
Looking at his snow-white shirt, she leaned in and planted a soft ki*s on his collar, making sure her lipstick marked the fabric.
Mavis put on a light orange lipstick today.
If Rena looked closely enough, she would be able to spot Mavisâ ki*s mark on Waylenâs shirt.
Waylen frowned and then opened his eyes.
Before he could fully wake up, Mavis immediately sat up straight.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Mavisâ apartment, which was located in a good neighborhood.
The chauffeur helped Mavis get out of the car.