A black off-road vehicle sat just beyond the gates.

Leonel leaned against it, the night breeze lifting the corner of his shirt and tousling his hair.

He remained there until his phone interrupted the silence.

It was a servant from the Fowler residence, his voice tinged with nervousness.

“Mr. Douglas, Miss Fowler has started eating, and her appetite seems improved.

Don’t worry.

He ended the call abruptly, anxious that someone might overhear.

Driven by greed, he had accepted a bribe from Leonel to relay updates.

The potential repercussions from Waylen and Rena, should they discover this, were dire.

Just as he pocketed his phone, he noticed Waylen at the doorway.

couldn’t tell how much Waylen

voice, well aware of Waylen’s strict

Waylen’s gaze was intense.

lingered before he

a pack of cigarettes and extracted

I borrow your

tight leash on me, I hardly

slipped

was not in immediate

ignited Waylen’s cigarette, and remarked, “Mrs.

his fingers, Waylen narrowed his eyes, a shadow of his younger

smiled, Lightly clapping

“You’re right.

don’t let my wife

assured,

I won’t tell her.

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