"The Rumor."

"It will only frustrate you," Dalia arrogantly warned Walter. It caused Walter to arch an eyebrow as a strange expression crossed his face, and he quickly pushed Dalia away from him. He couldn't stand up because his dick was still hard as hell. He has no idea why his junior reacted this way, just for being touched by Dalia's chest as if he were a hopeless virgin, which he wasn't. He thought maybe being locked up inside the house recovering from his wound was what caused his body's strange reaction.

"I don't like you. Your money is all I want," he said.

Dalia grinned before she left the living room. She left without a word, which leaves Walter to agonize on his own. Aside from his confusion, something else is throbbing down there.

Walter doesn't want to take care of it. He denied the reason for it being alive, so he just laid on the couch, placed the pillows in between his legs, and forced himself to sleep.