Once downtown, she switched to a taxi, throwing Waylen off her trail.
Her phone vibrated.
It was Waylen, again.
She answered this time.
Her tone was soft, yet firm.
âIâm with Vera.
â
After Waylenâs response, she ended the call, only to blacklist his number when he tried again.
Vera, observing, cradled her chin in surprise.
âEven after all these years, his love for you hasnât waned,â she noted.
Rena replied, her voice tinged with humor, âPerhaps Waylenâs going through a midlife crisis.
â That might explain his fixation on Harrison and the unconscious need to measure up to younger men.
Truthfully, Rena didnât despise this side of him, but she insisted he amend his invasive tendencies.
As she concluded, a male voice drifted in from the private roomâs entrance.
âMidlife crisis, am I?â
Rena swiveled.
Waylen, clad in a business suit, appeared to have just left a formal engagement.
Drawing close, he bent down to plant a ki*s on her lips, murmuring, âMrs.
Fowler, it seems you value me less now that you have me, is that so?â
In his prime, Waylen exuded an alluring blend of charm and elegance
.
He leaned in to ki*s his wife, creating an enchantingly beautiful tableau.
Vera couldnât resist observing the intimate moment.
She watched, utterly fascinated.
Caught in the spell of the ki*s, Renaâs lips parted, whispering, âWaylen.
â
His fingers traced her Lipsâ¦
Romance saturated the air.
Feeling like an intruder on the scene, Vera grabbed her purse, announcing, âIâll leave you two to it, then.
Have a good chat.
â
âMay I offer you a ride home?â Waylen extended the courtesy.
âNo, Iâll manage, thanks.
â