Their client, Mr.
Kent, appeared momentarily taken aback.
In an effort to apologize, he downed three glasses of wine.
Rena found herself at a loss for words, so she offered a smile insteadâ¦
Throughout the night, Waylen imbibed a considerable amount.
Fortunately, the contract negotiation took place over the wine-laden table, surprising Rena.
She had always assumed that Waylenâs negotiating prowess was limited to the courtroom.
Unexpectedly, he also excelled at negotiating over drinks.
Hector, too, indulged in the wine but his tolerance was meager, and he needed support to return to the hotel halfway through the evening.
By the end of the dinner, Waylen was nearly intoxicated as well.
The driver helped him into the car and Rena sat beside him, feeling a twinge of unease.
Waylen was drunk.
Yet, he wasnât completely incapacitated.
He extended his hand and patted Renaâs shoulder
âThis is how business is conducted in the south.
Especially with real estate developers; if they donât get you to drink a fair amount, itâs hard to seal the deal.
â
Rena turned to look at him.
Though the car was dimly lit, his flushed face still exuded an alluring charm.
In a hushed voice, Rena inquired, âWhy are you helping me?â
A profound silence enveloped the carâ¦
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Waylen covered his face with his arm, his eyes closed as he softly responded, âYou are my wife.
How could I stand idly by while youâre trying so hard to get this project? And you just had a fever⦠Of course, I worry about you.
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Waylen was affectionate.
Rena blushed and replied, âDonât talk nonsense.
Iâm not your wife.
â
Inside the car, the faint aroma of wine filled the air.
Leaning against the back of the seat, Waylen reached out to hold Renaâs hand.
He touched the diamond ring on her finger and murmured, âYouâre still wearing the ring.
If youâre not my wife, then who is?â
Rena couldnât find the words to refute.
Waylen turned his head, gazing at her with gentle eyesâ¦