Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee by Lily Foster

“This is the agreement prepared by our Legal Department. Take a look and see if there’s anything else

that needs to be added. If not, you can go ahead and sign it.”

“Swift as lightning, dashing and stylish!”

Waylon exclaimed with a smile as he took the agreement. After carefully reading the clauses, he found

that there were no unfair terms.

Many partners love to play tricks and engage in petty maneuvers in contracts. He can see through their

clumsy attempts, yet he has to force a smile and be insincere.

In this regard, Aylin’s approach is quite straightforward.

As a result, Waylon couldn’t help but admire her character and actions even more. Without hesitation,

he picked up the pen and signed his name with a flourish.

“Alright!”

Upon seeing Waylon’s straightforwardness, Aylin took the agreement and gave it a look. Everything

else seemed to be fine, except for the part about profit-sharing, where Waylon had made some

changes.

The agreement between the two was to split it fifty-fifty, but Waylon filled it in as a sixty-forty split.

“Why…?” Aylin asked, puzzled.

In this collaboration, Kline Group will be responsible for conducting most of the initial innovative

research, as well as development and promotional work. The fifty-fifty split is merely to cover costs,

ensuring that neither party suffers a loss.

If we split it sixty-forty again, there really won’t be any money left to make.

Waylon raised an eyebrow, twirling the pen in his hand, displaying the demeanor of a charming

playboy. “When pursuing a beautiful lady, one must always show some sincerity.

This amount of money is nothing. As a man, you can’t be so stingy. Just consider it a small gift for our

first collaboration.”

Aylin’s lips curled up, and she laughed.

Undeniably, Waylon has a way with words and knows how to charm women.

If it weren’t for her experiences through trials and tribulations, she would be just like those

inexperienced young girls outside, easily falling for his charms.

Waylon didn’t give her a chance to refuse. He leaned forward and extended his hand in a gentlemanly

manner, “What do you say, Ms. Koch? Here’s to a pleasant first collaboration.”

Waylon insisted on doing it this way, so Aylin didn’t refuse any further. She gently reached out her hand

and shook his, saying, “Pleasure working with you.”

“Ms. Koch’s hands are so soft… Ah, well?”

Waylon was speaking, but suddenly, he stopped mid-sentence.

He had initially thought that these seemingly smooth and fair fingers would feel incredibly pleasant to

the touch as if they were soft and smooth.

Surprisingly, although these hands looked beautiful, there was actually a thin layer of calluses on them,

making them feel somewhat rough to the touch.

He had only spoken half of his compliment when it got stuck in his throat, leaving him momentarily

dumbfounded.

Aylin looked at him with a faint expression, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, her delicate

eyebrows slightly raised.

“Are you feeling happy touching thern now?”

“I’m not happy at all.” Waylon, with a rare serious expression, frowned at her hand. “How did you do

this?”

As the daughter of the Koch family, Aylin was raised in a life of luxury and privilege. She was

undoubtedly pampered and adored at home, never having to lift a finger to do any menial tasks.

Logically speaking, these hands should be incredibly soft and smooth, as the young lady from a

wealthy family pays great attention to hand care. How could they possibly be rough?

Clearly, Aylin had no intention of explaining and remained silent.

Waylon squinted his eyes, “Could it be…”

He found the only reasonable explanation for this situation, “Was it Gavyn, that little rascal? Did

Haleigh and Carmen boss you around, forcing you to do the heavy lifting, which left these calluses?”

Aylin’s expression was calm, and she remained silent.

Yes, but not entirely.

In the three years she spent at the Delacruz’s home, her hands had indeed suffered numerous injuries,

both big and small.

Every day, while preparing three meals, it’s inevitable that a kitchen knife might accidentally cut a hand.

Even during the cold winter months, Haleigh insists on washing clothes with cold water. Whenever

there’s free time, water must be fetched to personally clean every corner of the floor with a cloth.

She was like a servant in the Delacruz family. If it weren’t for Steve’s sympathy and speaking up for

her, her hands would probably look even worse than they do now.

After putting in so much effort and wearing her beautiful hands down to calluses, she still couldn’t,

satisfy the Delacruz family.

Even after the divorce, I still had to endure Gavyn’s interrogations.

Whenever Aylin thought about these things, she couldn’t help but feel a tightness in her chest.

Seeing her not speaking and looking dejected, Waylon couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

“I knew that guy… damn it!’

Waylon gently held Aylin’s hand, looking at it from left to right, feeling heartbroken. “How could anyone

bear to hurt such beautiful hands? I know a beauty salon that does amazing hand treatments. The

owner is a friend of mine. I’ll take you there next time, and you’ll see results after just one visit!

Also, I remember that Mario Badescu’s hand cream is pretty good. This callus isn’t too thick, so just

applying it a few times should show immediate results.

I’ll have my assistant send it to you tomorrow.”

Waylon has always been good at making girls happy. When it comes to their beauty and skincare

routines, he treats them like precious treasures and is quite knowledgeable. In fact, he is even more

familiar with these topics than Aylin.

Seeing the serious look on his face, Aylin couldn’t help but feel amused and slightly touched.

After all, during those three years of marriage, Gavyn had never noticed the changes in her hands, and

she naturally wouldn’t bring it up herself.

“You seem to know a lot about this. Did you gain all this experience from accompanying girls while

shopping?”

Waylon raised an eyebrow and smiled, neither confirming nor denying, “I’m just more attentive, able to

remember all sorts of little details in life.”

Aylin clearly didn’t believe it.

Waylon said again, “I’m just being more attentive to girls, as it’s a basic courtesy for a gentleman. After

all, no lady would dislike a gentleman.”

After a pause, he sighed, “Well, there is one, actually.”