With those words, he swung the car door wide.
He pulled Rena from the vehicle.
Collapsing into his embrace, she pounded on his chest.
âMind your behavior.
We have children at home.
â
âIâve asked your mother to watch them,â he retorted, referring to Eloise.
Renaâs emotions flared between anger and exasperation.
Their spat had necessitated Eloiseâs intervention with the children⦠Yet, undeterred, Waylen leaned close, whispering, âOpportunities Like this are rare.
Youâve been preoccupied with your uncleâs and Albertâs issues.
Youâve neglected me.
â
Renaâs eyes met his.
Inebriated, her voice carried a husky allure.
âSo, you invaded my privacy to gain my attention? How juvenile, Waylen!â
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Under the nocturnal breeze, he dipped his head, his nose nudging hers.
âMrs.
Fowler, youâre paying attention now, arenât you?â
She repelled him with a push.
Marching towards the hotelâs entrance, Rena was closely tailed by Waylen, who lowered his voice.
âWhy seek solitude in a hotel? Come with me.
â
Her gaze flickered over him.
Procuring the finest suite, Waylen displayed no urgency, accustomed to their marital rhythms.
Once inside, he methodically relieved her of her coat before drawing her into a protracted ki*s.
Rena, lithe, was effortlessly encircled by his arm.
It was after considerable time that she murmured, âWaylen, intimacy isnât a panacea for marital discord.
Had it been, weâd have reconciled that night.
â
His fingers traced her face tenderly as he professed, âI seek more than physical connection.
Whatâs on your mind, Rena?â
She slipped from his hold.
After quenching her thirst with half a glass of water, she whispered, âYouâre oversimplifying, Waylen.
This transcends mere marital friction.
Iâm an adult, committed to our union.
I donât merit such treatment.
â
Her tone was gentle, devoid of any barbs that might wound.
It stemmed from her reverence for their bond.