When we made love, you held me and called me Waylen. But were you really calling me, or just the man from your memory?" He teased, "You know, Rena, | might just be a substitute.

Perhaps, you're no better than me.”

Her heart aching, Rena couldn't find the right words to respond.

Her eyes narrowed, and she sneered at Waylen.

"You've said so much, but it's just because you don't want to fire her, right? Tell me, are you keeping the intern or holding onto the regret of your youth?