While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, Waylen threw a coat to her and said, “Here.”

Rena thanked him with a nod.

As soon as she put on his coat, she sighed in relief at the warmth. But Waylen didn’t turn off the air conditioner. He was too busy monitoring the road ahead.

It was a stormy day, so traffic was heavy in the city.

Waylen lit a cigarette and took a long drag, asking casually, “How long have you been with Harold?”

Rena stiffened at the question.

But she had no reason to be dishonest. “Four years.”

was a little surprised. After a while, his eyes wandered over to

pretended to ask casually, “And how many times have you had ***

Rena such a personal question point-blank, which made her cheeks

told, she had never

point. “Mr. Fowler, if you save my father from going to jail in exchange for *** with me, I promise you I’ll leave folla afterwards and never

Gordon, do you want to save your father or do you want to have *** with

blushed even

gratify his shameless question with an

ask again. Just as he finished off his cigarette, the traffic light happened to turn

didn’t drive forward. On

him in confusion, but before she

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