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Waylen had to attend a social engagement for work one day.

He was in a bad mood, so he drank a little too much at the banquet. After the party, he got in the car tipsy and dizzy.

The chauffeur knew nothing about Waylen’s private life, so he commented while he was opening the car door for his boss, “You’re drunk, Mr. Fowler. Mrs. Fowler won’t be pleased.

Women don’t like their men coming home to them intoxicated.”

Hearing the chauffeur’s remark, Waylen just leaned against the back seat.

He took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it. Exhaling the smoke, he smiled bitterly and asked, “Are you sure she even cares?”

He had been living like he didn’t have a wife. Right now, he and Rena were more like roommates sharing a house.

Rena kept away from him, her own husband.

They hadn’t shared a bed in months. ?

She didn’t allow him to touch her at all.

It was normal for a couple to have fights sometimes, but they should be able to resolve their problems and kiss and make up. But Rena chose to move into another bedroom. It was difficult for Waylen to talk to her, much more sleep with her. Because of the wedge that Rena drove between them, they couldn’t tackle their difficulties and move on.

Sensing the pain in Waylen’s tone, the chauffeur decided not to say anything more. He shut the car door, walked around the car, and hopped into the driver’s seat. He gunned the engine and was about to pull away when someone shouted.

“Mr. Fowler!”

Waylen looked out the window and saw Mavis.

She was on a crutch and hobbling toward Waylen’s car.

Following Waylen’s gaze, Mavis looked at her leg with grievance. She explained, “The doctor said my leg should recover within two months, and there will be no sequela.”

After saying that, she put on her victimized look.

She thought that Waylen would come visit her more often now that he and Rena were no longer in speaking terms. ?

But he hadn’t shown up.

It didn’t matter. If he couldn’t come see her, then she would just come see him.

Waylen just nodded at Mavis and ordered the chauffeur to drive.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

The chauffeur started driving toward the main road. Watching the lavish black vehicle pass her by, Mavis sneered.

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