Waylen’s voice was hoarse as he gently caressed Rena’s long hair. “Sorry, I have some work to attend to,” he said, standing up abruptly and making his way towards the study.


    Rena couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander, fueled by his sudden departure.


    She never intended for him to fall in love with her, but she sensed that something was off.


    The woman he couldn’t forget must have returned.


    Elvira, Lyndon’s daughter, was mentioned earlier.


    Rena froze in that instant.


    Elvira was the one Waylen couldn’t forget.


    Rena had encountered Lyndon on multiple asions and Waylen even engaged in intimate activities with her while talking to Lyndon over the phone. But Waylen had never revealed his past with Elvira to her.


    Nobody had told her.


    She was the only one left in the dark.


    Sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, Rena felt a chill in the early autumn night.


    Thoughts of her growing affection for Waylen flooded her mind.


    The roses by her pillow in the morning, the piano, and their intimate moments,


    She realized now that those meant nothingpared to Elvira’s importance in Waylen’s heart. That woman was definitely more Important to himpared to her.


    Rena had no intention of confronting him because she was crystal clear that she meant nothing to him.


    Judging by Waylen’s recent attitude, she knew he still couldn’t forget Elvira, she wouldn’t humiliate herself by bringing the other woman up in front of him.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    If he wanted to be alone, she would respect his space.


    Quietly, she prepared a midnight snack for him, cing it in an insted container on the table. When he was ready to leave the study, he would see it waiting for him.


    Sitting in the living room, she checked the financial statements of the music studio. Then she took a shower, tending to her skincare routine.


    Late at night, Waylen sat in the study.


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    He was surrounded by smoke-filled air and cigarette butts in the ashtray.


    As he finished hisst cigarette, he crushed the box and discarded It.


    With his eyes feeling weary, he realized it was getting veryte.


    Standing up, he made his way out.


    The living room was dim, illuminated only by a small wallmp. The insted container on the table caught his attention.