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.

Gordon, have you eaten yet? Why not join me for dinner?” Waylen looked serious now, not as casual as when

reserved manner, “I’m

flat out

have time

His implication was obvious.

her money troubles would go away and she wouldn’t have to work so hard

a four—year relationship, she wouldn’t

she had kissed him

pursed her lips

Waylen suddenly so interested in

him. “Mr. Fowler, thanks again for helping me with my

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