Female NovelOnce 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.
“I’m with Vera.”
After Waylen’s response, she ended the call, only to blacklist his number when he tried again.
Vera, observing, cradled her chin in surprise.
“Even after all these years, his love for you hasn’t waned,” she noted.
Rena replied, her voice tinged with humor, “Perhaps Waylen’s going through a midlife crisis.” That might explain his fixation on Harrison and the unconscious need to measure up to younger men.
Truthfully, Rena didn’t despise this side of him, but she insisted he amend his invasive tendencies.
As she concluded, a male voice drifted in from the private room’s entrance.
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“Midlife crisis, am I?”
Rena swiveled.
Waylen, clad in a business suit, appeared to have just left a formal engagement. Drawing close, he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips, murmuring, “Mrs. Fowler, it seems you value me less now that you have me, is that so?”
In his prime, Waylen exuded an alluring blend of charm and elegance.
He leaned in to kiss his wife, creating an enchantingly beautiful tableau.
Vera couldn’t resist observing the intimate moment.
She watched, utterly fascinated.
Caught in the spell of the kiss, Rena’s lips parted, whispering, “Waylen.”
His fingers traced her Lips…
Romance saturated the air.
Feeling like an intruder on the scene, Vera grabbed her purse, announcing, “I’ll leave you two to it, then. Have a good chat.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
“May I offer you a ride home?” Waylen extended the courtesy.
“No, I’ll manage, thanks.”