Hearing Albertâs confession, Waylen couldnât help but sneer.
He retorted, âWell, does Rena like you too?â
Albert remained silent.
As a playboy, he had developed a crush on a married woman.
He was accustomed to playing with womenâs emotions but was now faced with a situation he didnât know how to handle.
Sitting in his car, Albert took out a cigarette and stared blankly at the falling snow outside, feeling a deep sense of sadness.
After a long while, Waylen said in a low voice, âAlbert, if youâre feeling troubled, maybe itâs best not to get involved in Alineâs matters.
â
After he heard Waylenâs suggestion, Albertâs throat tightened, but with difficulty, he replied, âNo.
â
Waylen didnât press the issue further and simply hung up the phone.
This was a conversation between men, and he believed that Albert was not so cowardly that he couldnât handle his own emotional problems.
Moreover, this kind of problem shouldnât have existed in the first place.
In the car, Albert threw his phone on the seat and lit the cigarette with slightly trembling fingers.
It was strange.
When he had spoken to Waylen on the phone, he had appeared calm, not at all like a jealous person,
Yet, he realized he was indeed jealous, particularly because of Tyrone.
Even though Tyrone couldnât have Rena, he still held a place in her heart.
After finishing the cigarette, Albert called a popular model,
After a brief exchange, he drove to her apartment.
As soon as the door opened, they passionately embraced and ki*sed each other.
He thought that this was the normalcy of his life, and he shouldnât have any feelings for Rena.
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After their intimate encounter, he leaned against the headboard and lit another cigarette.
At this time, his phone rang, and it was a call from Aline.
Albert was tired of Aline.
He knew that she not only yearned for his body but also wanted to marry him.
He glanced at the phone and couldnât help but sneer.
Did she really think the Waston family was that desirable?
After a while, he finally answered the call.
In a soft and flattering voice, Aline asked, âAre you at home, Albert? Iâve prepared a midnight snack.
Iâm downstairs of your place now.
You can come down and take it.
â
Midnight snack?
Albert sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke.
He replied bluntly, another womanâs bed.
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