Waylen fell silent.


    Because indeed, it was a dream.


    He hade into this dream and fallen in love with her, a twenty-year-old girl, knowing all too well that it would end in departure.


    He hoped that they would both remember this dream upon waking, cherishing it as a romantic memory to reflect upon as they grew older.


    Yet, his mncholy remained his own burden to bear. Gently patting Waylen’s head, he carried her away from the piano. Now, she was truly his.


    Waylen led Cecilia out of the kitchen.


    The two girls enjoyed a camaraderie thatplemented their distinct temperaments.


    Speaking of intimacy, Cecilia retrieved a picture from her phone, disying it to Rena as if unveiling a cherished treasure. “Take a look. Isn’t he handsome? Waylen said I stand a chance.”


    Rena examined the image closely.


    The photograph featured an aristocratic man walking in the rain, surrounded by a crowd, his secretary shielding him with an umbre. The image exuded an indescribable aura.


    However, Rena was struck by an inexplicable familiarity in the man’s face, particrly from his nose to his lips. It was a striking resemnce to her own features.


    Rena knew she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter.


    Could this man from Czanch, Mr. Evans, be her biological father?


    Observing Rena’s expression, Cecilia’s concern was evident. She voiced her thoughts candidly. “Rena, you have my brother. Don’tpete with me for Mr. Evans!”


    Rena found herself caught betweenughter and exasperation. Avoiding discussion of her family background, Rena focused her attention on the man in the photograph.


    It was Mark Evans from Czanch.


    Seeing Rena’s denial, Cecilia visibly rxed.


    Waylen prepared the meal, showcasing his culinary skills.


    As they sat down to enjoy the dishes, Cecilia savored each bite, praising. “Waylen, when did you learn to cook?”


    Between mouthfuls of food, she continued, “Rena, you’re in for a treat from now on! Waylen never cooked before.”


    Rena agreed wholeheartedly, savoring the delicious dishes. Waylen served her some food, his touch gentle, as he whispered softly,


    “I learned just to woo you.”


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    Yet, a trace of doubt lingered in her mind.


    Waylen tenderly brushed her long hair, providingfort that swept away any fleeting misgivings.


    In that moment, Rena realized that perhaps she truly wanted this rtionship with him.


    Having experienced the allure of secret love, she was now faced with an exceptional man who treated her with the utmost tenderness. She couldn’t resist, nor did she want to.


    In the ever-shifting tides of their rtionship with men, Rena chose to go with the flow.


    As they ate andter cleaned up the dishes together, Rena couldn’t help but appreciate the newfound sense offort andpanionship.


    While Cecilia might not have been ustomed to household chores, she willingly participated under the influence of her brother’s advice that Mr. Evans preferred virtuous women.


    Believing herself to be virtuous and filled with leisure time, Cecilia enthusiastically embraced the task.