Rena froze. Sure enough, when she turned around, she met Waylen’s gaze.

He was sitting in the back, holding up a glass of wine. Despite being seated in an inconspicuous corner, he still managed to attr act the attention of all the young ladies in the restaurant.

Rena didn’t want to have any contact with him, but she couldn’t afford to offend him either.

So in the end, she bit the bullet and walked over.

“Good evening, Mr. Fowler.”

Waylen nodded and gestured at the seat opposite him.

As soon as she sat down, Waylen noticed the red needle mark on the back of her hand. He guessed that she must’ve been put on another IV drip because she got soaked in the rain last night.

serious now, not as casual

table and said in a reserved manner, “I’m

the flat out

about when you’re off—duty? Do you have time

His implication was obvious.

him, all her money troubles would go

had gotten out of a four—year relationship, she wouldn’t mind having ***

she had kissed

her lips

Waylen suddenly so interested in her

“Mr. Fowler, thanks again for helping me with my father’s

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