However, Cecilia had moved on and her heart now belonged elsewhere.


    In Rena’s direction, she gestured to her chest and assured her, “I’ll change it.”


    Rena responded with a nod and a gentle smile.


    As Harold’s face disyed a sense of loss, Rena refrained from speaking aloud. She understood that some people only grasp the weight of their regrets once they’d forever lost someone dear.


    In arush, Harold departed with his date, who hadn’t even tried on any dress.


    As they were leaving, they unexpectedly encountered Waylen.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    After parking the car, Waylen squinted at Harold and the two men exchanged fleeting nces as they passed each other.


    Upon entering the studio, he saw Rena sipping tea while perusing a magazine.


    Waylen settled down beside her and remarked, “You remain remarkablyposed upon meeting your old me.”


    Nonchntly, Rena continued flipping through the magazine and responded, “You were my old me too. No, wait… Oh, I almost forgot. We were married once, making you my ex-husband.”


    Waylen chuckled, his anger dissipating.


    In a hushed tone, he said, “You were just as spiritedst night. Why so sharp-tongued right now?”


    Rena knew well that women often ended up on the losing end in such bickerings with men.


    Recalling her disheveled appearance from the previous night, Rena blushed and yfully scolded, “You rascal.”


    Waylen’sughter filled the air.


    With a mischievous grin, he unbuttoned his suit and took the magazine from Rena’s hand.


    “This one’s pretty good.”


    Rena ceased her argument with him.


    She leaned closer to see the page.


    As Waylen draped an arm around her shoulder, he gently turned her face toward him, whispering, “After the dinner party, let’s go home. And I will personally peel this dress off for you.”


    Blushing, Rena knew precisely what he had in mind.


    However, she also adored the dress.


    However, Cecilia had moved on and her heart now belonged elsewhere.


    In Rena’s direction, she gestured to her chest and assured her, “I’ll change it.”


    Rena responded with a nod and a gentle smile.


    As Harold’s face disyed a sense of loss, Rena refrained from speaking aloud. She understood that some people only grasp the weight of their regrets once they’d forever lost someone dear.


    In arush, Harold departed with his date, who hadn’t even tried on any dress.


    As they were leaving, they unexpectedly encountered Waylen.


    After parking the car, Waylen squinted at Harold and the two men exchanged fleeting nces as they passed each other.


    Upon entering the studio, he saw Rena sipping tea while perusing a magazine.


    Waylen settled down beside her and remarked, “You remain remarkablyposed upon meeting your old me.”


    Nonchntly, Rena continued flipping through the magazine and responded, “You were my old me too. No, wait… Oh, I almost forgot. We were married once, making you my ex-husband.”


    Waylen chuckled, his anger dissipating.


    In a hushed tone, he said, “You were just as spiritedst night. Why so sharp-tongued right now?”


    Rena knew well that women often ended up on the losing end in such bickerings with men.


    Recalling her disheveled appearance from the previous night, Rena blushed and yfully scolded, “You rascal.”


    Waylen’sughter filled the air.


    With a mischievous grin, he unbuttoned his suit and took the magazine from Rena’s hand.


    “This one’s pretty good.”


    Rena ceased her argument with him.


    She leaned closer to see the page.


    As Waylen draped an arm around her shoulder, he gently turned her face toward him, whispering, “After the dinner party, let’s go home. And I will personally peel this dress off for you.”


    Blushing, Rena knew precisely what he had in mind.


    However, she also adored the dress.