Matching her quiet tone, Waylen offered a smile and leaned in to ki*s her.
Rena, without any hesitation, met him halfway, the ki*s deepening.
When they finally parted, she whispered, âIâm happy about your partnership with my uncle.
Just ensure Cecilia remains comfortable with the situation.
â
Wrapping Rena tightly in his embrace, Waylen pondered, âI wonder if youâre looking out for Cecilia or your uncle.
â
Rena chuckled and made a feigned attempt to rise, hinting at a bath.
But Waylenâs grip on her hand halted her movement.
With a voice full of warmth and mischief, he urged, âStay with me a little longer.
â
Renaâs resistance melted.
Amidst their renewed intimacy, Waylen whispered playfully, âYou always seem to know everything, Mrs.
Fowler.
â
The following day, Waylen headed to Markâs office.
Waylen ended up bringing home to a deal that wasnât in Markâs favor at all.
After this, Peter spoke to Mark, his emotions aflame.
It wasnât that Mark hesitated about the money.
Actually, he didnât mind whether the money was with him or Waylen.
Yet, thereâs this age-old tension between guys; always trying to one-up each other.
Waylen managed to swindle a hefty sum from Mark just over a few dinners.
The more Mark thought about it, the angrier he became.
He found himself gloomy
for days.
Cecilia noticed the change when she visited; Markâs gaze seemed off Touching her face, she questioned, âIs there something on my face.
After a moment, Mark inquired, âDo you remember all of your childhood?â
She thought he was just in a weird mood.
Cecilia returned to her script, answering casually, âEvery bit of it.
â
Scratching his chin, Mark remarked, âThen how come your intelligence seems so different from his? It shouldnât be this way.
â
Cecilia wasnât dense.
Recalling a conversation from the previous night, she put the pieces together.