Chapter 4 I'll Make You Regret This

Waylon saw a stunning woman.

With long, wavy blonde hair, a captivating face, and a figure that could allure any man, the woman's presence was irresistible. And she wore nothing but lingerie, leaving little to the imagination and adding to her allure!

At that moment, the woman, Rylee, was lounging on a sofa in the living room, absorbed in the television. Her full figure and soft skin looked even more enticing.

"Oh my, didn't I tell you the kitchen's water pipe burst? Why did you rush back as soon as we hung up, without fetching someone from the property management?" Rylee was so focused on the TV that she didn't bother to turn her head at the sound of the door opening.

Waylon snapped out of his daze.

His eyes went wide as he stared at Rylee. Bewildered, he muttered, "What's happening here? Didn't my wife come home? Who is this sexy woman? Is she my wife's secret lover? Could it be my wife is into... women?"

A torrent of thoughts overwhelmed him.

No wonder he was so outstanding, yet Debra was sure she wouldn't fall for him after three months. It seemed her affections were already spoken for!

This was so unfair!

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

After waiting a while without a reply, Rylee frowned in puzzlement and turned her head to look.

Rylee saw Waylon, who seemed to be staring at... her body.

The atmosphere tensed suddenly.

"Ah!" Then, a sharp scream shattered the silence of the villa.

Rylee, eyes wide, stared at the man who had screamed and said in disbelief, "Seriously? I didn't even scream yet, and you beat me to it?"

Waylon's scream stopped sharply.

Rylee sat up in shock, her one hand clutching her chest and the other shielding her legs. She eyed Waylon warily and demanded, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Waylon faced Rylee, his expression livid. "Who are you? Why are you in my house? What's your connection to my wife? Answer me!"

"This is your house? Who is your wife?" Rylee retorted, her confusion turning to anger. "What do you mean 'your house'? You must be a thief! I'm warning you, don't dare touch anything in this villa. Leave now, or you'll regret it!"

"Thief?"

Waylon was taken aback. His eyes suddenly sparkled as if he had just figured something out.

"Of course, why didn't I think of that? My wife couldn't possibly be a lesbian. This woman has to be some audacious thief, thinking she could just waltz in and make herself at home in this lovely villa. To think I actually felt sad for a while. What was I thinking!"

"What are you rambling about, you thief? Get the fuck out!" Rylee's brow furrowed as she spoke.

"Get the fuck out?" Waylon scoffed. "It seems to me you're the one who should be leaving. You've got some nerve breaking into my house. Lucky for you, you're stunning, or you'd be beaten into a pulp now."

"Hey!" Rylee was fuming. "You broke into my house, trying to steal things, and have the gall to call me the thief? Fine! Well, I'm going to get dressed and then we'll sort this out properly!"

With that, Rylee stood up, ready to dash upstairs. After all, one had to be dressed for a confrontation, right?

"Stop!" Waylon yelled suddenly. "Get dressed? I bet you're just trying to find a chance to run away. Don't move. I haven't got a local SIM card to call the police. Just wait here until my wife gets back, then we'll get the police involved!"

"Bullshit!" Rylee glared at Waylon, her voice dripping with scorn. "You are waiting for your wife to return and then call the cops on me? I think you're just trying to catch a glimpse of my 36E chest! You're such a creep. My friend will be here any minute now, so don't you dare come any closer."

"Nonsense!" Waylon retorted, clearly irritated. "I'm no creep. Besides, you're a 36D at best, yet here you are, overplaying your size!"

"36..." Rylee's voice rose in anger. "Are you blind? It's obvious I'm a 36E. Just look properly, this is a 36E! And you, don't you have any decency? You're definitely the creep here."

Waylon scowled, his eyes boldly scanning Rylee. "Oh, you're quite sure of yourself. I've met plenty of women, and never have I seen a 36E look that modest. If you're so confident, come here and prove it!"

"You think I won't prove it? Fine! Today, I'll show you exactly what a real 36E looks like!" Rylee was planning to approach Waylon.

Waylon felt a surge of excitement.

But just then...

"What are you doing?" A chilly voice interrupted them.

Waylon and Rylee turned to see Debra striding toward them, her expression stern and her eyebrows knitted together in a daunting manner.

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

"Debra, this man is a thief!"

Waylon and Rylee spoke in unison.

"A thief?" Debra looked startled. A thief, again?

"Honey?" Rylee couldn't hide his surprise upon hearing how Waylon addressed Debra.

"Debra?" Waylon's brow furrowed. Did this woman know his wife? Could they actually be friends?

"Debra, what's going on? This man just called you honey. When did you get a boyfriend?" Rylee was the first to break the tense silence.

"He's Waylon Cooper. My grandfather chose him for me to marry." Debra glanced at Waylon and continued, "Although he might resemble a thief, I think there's just been a misunderstanding here."

"Honey, I'm not thrilled with that comment. How can you say I look like a thief? Is there a thief as charming as me?"

Waylon moved closer to Debra and asked, "But who is this 36D? Why is she here? Why didn't you mention her?"

"That's 36E, not D, you fool!" Rylee's simmering anger flared up once more.

"Enough!" Seeing that the two were about to start another argument, Debra intervened with a frown. "The staff from the property management will be here soon. Rylee, go upstairs and get dressed. I'll fill you in on everything regarding Waylon later."

"Humph!" Rylee shot Waylon a fierce look and headed upstairs.

Moments later, her icy voice floated down from above. "Waylon, right? I'll make you regret this!"

"I'll be here waiting, 36D!" Waylon shot back defiantly.

Debra massaged her temples, weary. She sensed Rylee wouldn't let this go easily. It seemed her original plans were likely in jeopardy...