FreeNovelWaylen leaned against the backrest and swiveled his chair to face the French windows. He couldn’t stop thinking about Rena.
They were married, but they were far from happy.
He didn’t want a marriage or a wife in the first place. He always intended to sign the divorce papers as soon as he came back, but now, he found himself unwilling to let her go…
And Waylen hated himself for it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. Upon glancing at the caller ID, he saw that it was from Rena.
His hand shot out and he immediately answered the phone. “What’s up?”
Rena didn’t sound as cold as usual. “Hi, Waylen. Are you free right now? Let’s have coffee.” coffee? Waylen’s heart skipped a beat.
His leather chair swiveled gently as he rested his elbow on his desk, asking in a low voice,
“Are you going to talk about the divorce with me again?”
“No,” Rena answered softly.
Without a moment to lose, Waylen immediately stood up and grabbed his car keys. “Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”
Rena sent him her location.
Half an hour later, Waylen’s car pulled to a stop in front of a five-star hotel.
The lounge she picked was in the lobby of the hotel.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe lounge featured beautiful floor to ceiling glass windows, providing a great view. From outside, Waylen could see Rena waiting for him.
Waylen quickly pushed the door open and walked briskly to Rena’s table. He sat down opposite to her, looking her up and down hungrily. She was wearing a beige wool dress, which made her look particularly soft and feminine. “You look good in that dress.”
Gesturing at their surroundings, he added, “It’s been a while since we had a proper date.”
He had failed his duty as her husband.
But Rena couldn’t care less.
Instead of being cold to him as usual, she considerately ordered his favorite coffee—an
Americano—and a dessert for herself.
Waylen’s eyes remained fixed on her.
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