Chapter: 1082
Eloise really wanted to know how things were going between Waylen and Rena, but she didn’t ask.
Waylen took off his coat and hung it on the rack.
He changed into a pair of indoor slippers, squatted down, and unwrapped one of the things he brought. “It’s not food. Check this out. It’s a machine you can soak your feet and get them massaged. | heard from Jazlyn that this brand is very effective. Let me fill it with water for you so that you can try it.”
After saying that, Waylen went to the bathroom to get some water.
Eloise didn’t know what to do.
She thought it was weird having Waylen in her apartment, running around and helping her try out a new massage machine. She secretly went to her bedroom and sent a message to Rena that read, “Are you and Waylen back together? He’s here in my place right now. He brought me a foot massage machine.”
After sending the message, she raised her head and saw Waylen standing at her bedroom door.
Eloise smiled awkwardly.
Waylen grinned in response. “Rena and | aren’t back together. | just came here today to see you.”
He held Eloise’s arm, led her toward the foot massage machine, and said, “Come see if the water feels right to you. If it doesn’t, then | will change it.”
Eloise was overwhelmed by the gentleness of her ex son-in-law.
Waylen was good-looking, and when he went out of his way to please someone, he became irresistible.
However, Eloise loved her daughter very much. After thinking for a while, she said, “Waylen, I’m glad you came to visit, and I’m happy to see you, but… | have to respect Rena’s wishes.”
Waylen massaged Eloise’s calves and smiled. “You think too much into it. | just want to talk to you. | want to know about Rena’s childhood.” ©
Eloise’s heart softened.
She thought of the past when she and Darren raised Rena together.
Moved by Waylen’s desire to know more about Rena, Eloise told the entire story of her daughter’s childhood.
Waylen listened closely to Eloise the entire time. Later, they had dinner together. It was already nine o’clock in the evening when Waylen said goodbye and went home.
As soon as he got in his car, he received a call from Rena.
With one hand firmly gripping the steering wheel, Waylen found himself engrossed in Rena’s voice emanating from the phone on the other end. “Waylen, did you visit my mother’s place?” she inquired.
“Yes,” he replied, his tone noticeably softer than the previous night.
After a moment of hesitation, Rena made her intentions clear. “We’re divorced. Please don’t disturb her.”