Waylen started his car once more.
As he was driving past Aline, he suddenly stopped.
His side profile was good-looking, but his words were cold and ruthless.
âMrs.
Handson, I care about Rena very much.
If you dare to make her unhappy, I donât mind destroying the person you care about most.
â
Alineâs blood froze.
The person she cared about most wasâ¦
Harold.
She both loved and hated him.
Waylen figured that Aline couldnât bear to see Harold suffer.
The next moment, the car window was rolled up.
The golden Bentley Continental GT slowly pulled into the villa.
Aline was so angry that she screamed.
She was the one with the bad luck.
Why was everyone on Renaâs side?
Waylen parked the car, ignoring Alineâs scream.
Sitting in the driverâs seat, Waylen smoked quietly.
He thought about what Aline had just said when she cursed Rena.
âJust maintain your marriage like this, Rena! You are no longer able to enjoy the s@xual pleasure! Maybe if you choose to sleep with Harold, youâll feel better than doing it with Waylen, huh?â
Waylen shouldnât have cared about anything that came out of Alineâs mouth, but he couldnât help but feel bothered.
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As an especially proud man, he cared about his wifeâs happiness.
He also knew that Harold would never stop pining for Rena.
After all, he and Rena had been together for four years.
Whether those memories were good or bad, it didnât change the fact that they had once been together.
Waylen finished his cigarette, got out of the car, and went straight to the backyard.
Rena was still arranging the flowers in the vase.
Seeing Waylen approach, Rena looked up and asked softly, âIs she gone yet?â
Waylen unbuttoned his suit, shrugged off his coat, and gently dr@ped it around Renaâs thin shoulders.
âItâs cold.
Why are you sitting here?â