As expected, the next couple of hours went by pretty peacefully. Except, there came a visitor whom Rael hadn't exactly invited.
That visitor came in the form of a particular old pervert who looked just like Renoir. Rather, it really was Renoir. Rael's eyes weren't deceiving him this time.
But for some reason, this guy was very mad. Why? Rael was sure that he had not placed any traps filled with dogshit out in front, so could it be some other kind of misunderstanding?
He didn't think too much about it until Renoir stepped in front of him and glared fiercely. "My wife's pregnant."
"I swear I didn't do it," Rael replied, tilting his head, only for Renoir's brows to twitch in disbelief.
"What are you talking about? No! It's the condom you gave me. It was torn. Why would you give me torn condoms?"
Rael furrowed his brows. "Lad, I don't mean to be rude, but in the span of the trillion years you've been away from your wife, did you not learn how to pull out?"
