Waylen reached out and stroked her hair away from her pretty face.
âWell, donât cry anymore.
After breakfast, letâs pick up Alexis from my parentsâ place and drop her off at school together.
â
Along the way, Rena suddenly remembered something.
âOur schoolâs anniversary will be held next week.
Are you free?â
Waylen leisurely steered the car with one hand.
He held Renaâs hand with the other and said, âAnytime, Mrs.
Fowler.
â
Rena was and would always be his top priority.
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For the rest of his life, his time was Renaâs.
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He was willing to waitâno matter how long it tookâuntil she said she loved him.
However, as soon as the gold Bentley Continental GT pulled slowly into the Fowler mansionâs driveway, both Rena and Waylen sensed something was wrong.
They stepped inside the house with trepidation.
In the living room, several policeman were talking.
âDad, whatâs going on? What happened?â Waylen looked around and drowned.
A depressed-looking Korbyn was sitting on the sofa.
He seemed to have aged overnight.
âCecilia was kidnapped,â he said wearily.
Waylen was stunned.
His mind was flooded with countless possibilities.
Finally, he cracked a smile and âsuggested, âMaybe she had a few drinks and ended up somewhere, being her usual playful self.
Who would bother kidnapping someone like her? It wouldnât make any sense.
â
At this, Juliette buried her face in her hands and burst into tears.
Korbyn glared at Waylen and hissed, âHow could you say that about your sister?â
The policemen couldnât help but chuckle.
They shook hands with Waylen and said, âMr.
Fowler, welll inform you as soon as we get any clues.
â
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Waylen nodded.
âThank you, officers.
â
After walking the policemen out, Waylen sat on the sofa and looked at Rena, who had been quiet this whole time.
âRena, what kind of person do you think would kidnap Cecilia? Are they after her money or her beauty?â
Rena was speechless.
Waylen had obviously guessed who the kidnapper was, yet he still asked Rena such a question! ©