Chapter 4 Just You Wait!

Waylon found himself meeting a stunning beauty.

She had long, wavy, blonde hair, a face that was both delicate and captivating, and a figure that seemed designed to ignite desires. More strikingly, she wore nothing but lingerie that left little to the imagination.

She was lying on the living room sofa and watching TV in a relaxed pose reminiscent of a content cat. Her alluring figure and soft skin were irresistibly enticing.

"Hey, didn't I mention the kitchen pipe burst? Why'd you rush back right after we hung up? Weren't you going to get someone from the property management?" Rylee Simpson, the blonde beauty, was so caught up in her show she didn't bother turning around at the sound of the door.

Waylon, taken aback, stared at Rylee, bewildered, and muttered to himself, "What's happening here? My wife's not home? Who is this woman? Is she Debra's secret lover? Could it be that my wife is into... women?"

Waylon was bombarded with a tidal wave of information, leaving him feeling drowned.

It wasn't surprising that despite his excellence, Debra was certain she wouldn't fall in love with him in three months, if her heart was already taken by someone else!

Waylon muttered to himself, "Why is fate playing such tricks on me?"

"Why the silence?" After a long pause and no reply, Rylee, puzzled, finally turned to glance over.

There she saw Waylon, staring not just at her but at her body.

The tension lingered in the air for a brief moment.

"Ah!" Waylon let out a scream. His loud scream shattered the previously quiet atmosphere of the villa.

Rylee, with eyes wide open, stared at the man who had screamed as though he was in pain, completely puzzled. "What's gotten into you? I didn't even scream, and here you are, screaming before me?" she questioned.

Waylon's screaming came to an abrupt halt.

Rylee, startled, sat up straight, her hand on her chest and the other covering her legs, eyeing Waylon with a mix of coldness and caution. "Who are you, and why are you in my house?" she demanded.

Waylon, now fuming as much as Rylee, retorted, "And who might you be? Why are you in my house? What's your relationship with my wife? Out with it!"

"Your house? And your wife?" Rylee echoed, confused. After a moment of shock, she glared at Waylon, her look deadly. "What do you mean, 'your house'? You must be a thief. I'm warning you, don't you dare touch anything in this villa. Leave now, or you'll wish you had!" she threatened.

"A thief?" Waylon was taken aback. Then his face brightened with realization, as if a light had suddenly turned on in his mind. "Of course," he muttered to himself. "Why didn't it occur to me earlier? My wife couldn't possibly... This beautiful woman must be a thief who broke in. Thinking she could enjoy the luxuries of this villa, she undressed and decided to watch TV... I actually felt sad for a bit. How silly of me!"

"Hey, what's that you're mumbling, you thief? Get out of here, now!" Rylee scowled and snapped.

"Get out of here?" Waylon gave a cold smirk. "Who ought to leave? You're the one who needs to get lost. I can't believe you had the nerve to break into my place and try to steal. Lucky for you, you're pretty. Otherwise, you'd be in a world of hurt right now. You get me?"

"Hey!" Rylee, boiling with anger, retorted, "You've got some nerve, breaking into my place and then accusing me of being the thief. Are you playing some game? Fine then, just you wait. I need to get dressed before I deal with you!"

With that, Rylee made a dash upstairs. She thought, even if she was confronting a thief, she would at least be dressed, right?

"Stop right there!" Waylon suddenly yelled. "What do you need clothes for? You're probably just looking for a chance to run away. Don't move. I haven't got a local SIM card to call the police yet. I'll call them as soon as my wife gets back!"

"Bah!" Rylee looked at Waylon with scorn. "Waiting for your wife to come home? And then you'll call the police on me? I bet you're just hoping to get a peek at my 36E breasts! Listen here, you sneaky thief, I'd think twice if I were you. My best friend will be here any minute!"

"This is absurd!" Waylon was visibly upset. "I consider myself a man of honor. How can you accuse me of being so vile? And seriously, you're claiming to be more than a 36D? Don't you feel embarrassed for overplaying your size like that?"

"36D..." Rylee's face contorted with rage as she snapped back, "Are you kidding me? Can't you see? It's obviously a 36E! Just look properly! And as for you, you're nothing but a nobody, a thief! Don't you feel any shame?"

Waylon frowned, giving Rylee another skeptical look, and challenged, "You're saying it's a 36E? Then prove it! I've met plenty of women, and I've never seen a 36E look that small. If you're so confident, come over here and let me see up close!"

"You doubt me? Alright then! I'll show you what a real 36E looks like today!" Rylee declared, preparing to approach Waylon.

Waylon perked up at this.

But just then, a stern voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here?"

The mood instantly turned cold as Waylon and Rylee both looked towards the door to find Debra entering, her expression severe and her eyebrows knitted together, exuding authority.

"Honey, we've got a thief in the house!"

"Debra, we have a thief here!"

Both Waylon and Rylee yelled at the same time.

"A thief?" Debra was stunned. Another theft accusation?

"Honey?" Hearing Waylon, Rylee was surprised. Did he just call Debra "honey"?

"Debra?" Waylon frowned, puzzled. Did this woman know the woman he was supposed to marry? Could they really be best friends?

"Debra, what's happening here? This guy just called you 'honey.' When did you start dating?" Rylee asked, breaking the tense silence.

"He's Waylon Cooper, the man my grandfather chose for me to marry."

Debra looked at Waylon and continued, "Even though he might seem like a thief, it's all just a big misunderstanding."

"Hey, honey, I don't agree with you claiming I look like a thief. How can someone as good-looking as me be a thief?" Waylon argued.

He rushed to Debra's side and asked, "And who's this 36D? Why is she in our house? Why didn't you mention her to me?"

"Come on, pay attention. It's 36E, not D!" Rylee exclaimed, her anger reigniting.

"Enough already!" Debra yelled out. "The people from the property management will be here any minute. Rylee, please go change. We'll talk about Waylon's situation later."

"Humph!" Rylee shot Waylon a cold look before heading upstairs.

Then, from above, Rylee's cold voice warned, "Waylon, right? Just you wait. You're going to regret crossing me!"

Waylon shot back defiantly, "I'll wait, you shameless 36D cup!"

Rubbing her temples, Debra sensed a headache brewing. With Rylee bent on revenge, it seemed her original plan was about to fall apart...