Half an hourter, the car arrived at the entrance of Waylen’s apartment building. As Waylen parked the car, Cecilia looped her arm through Rena’s, Leading her upstairs.


    The apartment’s door swung open, revealing a blue vase atop the entrance table, adorned with white roses.


    Stepping inside, Rena‘s eyes took in the baroque-style decor, and her gazended on the piano once yed by Louis II. A sense of familiarity washed over Rena, her heart skipping a beat.


    Everything felt uncannily familiar, as though she had lived in this space in a previous life.


    The ambiance mirrored her own desires, resembling the home she had envisioned.


    Lost in her thoughts, Rena found herself drawn to the vase, her fingers grazing its surface.


    “Do you find it appealing?” A voice behind her broke the trance.


    The sound jolted Rena, causing her to turn around.


    Waylen’s enigmatic presence met her gaze, his handsome features seemingly unpredictable.


    He stared at her with his deep eyes.


    Rena’s heart raced, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her. Honestypelled her to speak. “I do like this style of decor. It’s strangely familiar, as though I’ve seen it in a dream before.”


    Her expression hinted at her confusion.


    Waylen’s desire to hold her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself, recognizing that the timing wasn’t right.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    A gentle smile graced his lips as he responded, “As long as it resonates with you.”


    Rena’s gaze wavered, unable to meet his intense stare.


    Changing the topic, she turned to Cecilia. “Weren’t you going to show me the piano?”


    Cecilia eagerly seized the opportunity, yfully dragging Rena along. “This ce used to be so different. It was all ck and white, cold and distant… But recently, Waylen inexplicably redecorated it. I believe he did it for someone special.”


    Cecilia’s forthrightness created a delicate atmosphere between the trio.


    Rena couldn’t help but cast a curious nce at Waylen…


    Waylen gracefully removed his coat in the hallway before following Rena into the room.


    Rena found herself involuntarily gazing at him. Waylen exuded a maic confidence with every step he took. His handsome features were enough to captivate anyone.


    He approached Rena and gently ced his hand on her shoulder, his tone casual as he suggested, “Do you like it? Take a seat and y.”