Waylen’s gaze tumed somewhat profound as he stopped her.
“Can you sit in the front? It’s more convenient for us to talk.” He opened the passenger seat door as he spoke.
Not wanting to argue over such trivial matters, Rena got into the car and sat down.
Before long, Waylen climbed into the driver’s seat next to her.
Waylen turned slightly, casting a glance at Rena’s slender and supple legs, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Where are you going?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRena softly replied, “To the First Hospital.”
Waylen stepped on the gas and continued in a gentle tone, “Shall | accompany you to visit Mom?”
Waylen’s cheekiness was nothing new to Rena, who had grown accustomed to his ways.
She coughed lightly and clarified, “It’s my mom, not yours.”
Waylen maintained his good temper and smiled.
“Then should I call her Mrs. Gordon? But Rena… I’ve been calling her Mom all these years, and she never objected.”
“I object,” Rena asserted, feeling annoyed,
Waylen, undeterred, focused on driving.
After a while, Rena said softly, “Waylen, I believe we should establish a new relationship.”
He understood her intentions all too well.
Waylen remained silent.
When the traffic light tumed red, he retrieved a cigarette from the storage compartment, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled a slow stream of smoke. He then tumed to look at Rena. “What kind of new relationship do you suggest? Tell me.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRena met his gaze and replied, “Let’s raise Alexis together, but without intruding on each other’s personal lives.”
Waylen reached out and flicked the ash of his cigarette out the window.
He smiled and asked, “So, you’re interested in that man with the surname Vaughn? His name is Bruce, right? He’s not bad looking”
“Waylen, that’s not what I meant,” Rena responded, annoyed.
“Then what do you mean?”
“Are you suggesting that we’re both free to date and sleep with others?”
Rena didn’t want to continue the conversation.