Observing her delicate hand, Waylen whispered in a hushed tone, “If you wish, you may take it away.”


    Rena bestowed a subtle nod, a gesture of acknowledgement.


    As this meal marked their parting, she felt disinclined to dine with him while d in hospital attire. Seeking a more appropriate attire, she ventured to the coat closet, selecting a dress and adorning herself with light makeup.


    Throughout the meal, silence enveloped them.


    Amidst the delectable cuisine, two divorce agreementsy upon the table.


    Waylen set them aside, his voice a mere whisper, “We shall peruse them once we have finished our meal.”


    With utmost tenderness, he served her, ensuring she indulged in ample portions.


    After savoring a modest amount, Rena delicately ced her fork down. “Waylen, let us sign them.”


    His grip on the knife and fork grew slightly rigid.


    After a brief pause, he responded, “I have yet to satiate my hunger.”


    Rena waited patiently, devoid of any semnce of impatience. However deste she might have felt, she understood the need to confront reality and forge ahead with courage.


    Now, Rena reimed her courage.


    She yearned for solitude…


    Waylen intended to bestow upon her real estate, stock funds, and cash, the sum total exceeding two billion dors.


    Rena couldn’t bring herself to sign.


    He whispered softly and serenely, “ept it. Do not burden yourself excessively with work in the future…”


    Rena’s eyes glistened with moisture.


    She signed…Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Tears welled in Waylen’s eyes. Pausing momentarily, he inquired casually, “What are your ns?”


    Rena remained silent.


    For a fleeting moment, he appeared dazed.


    Naturally, she would not divulge her ns now that they were divorced.


    It was all over.


    Rising to her feet, Rena beckoned Snowball, fastening its leash. Just before departing, she whispered softly, “I’m leaving.”