Rena felt a bit unhappy.

What was he doing?

He used to be with Elvira, so what did he think of Mavis now?

Did he view Mavis as an innocent, misguided little girl?

Throughout the night, Rena remained somewhat distant. Waylen assisted Rena considerably, and in the end, she won a substantial sum of money on her own. Even Korbyn was envious and jokingly said his son was raised for nothing.

As the clock struck midnight, Waylen pushed the cards aside and said, "I've lost too much. | don't want to play anymore."

He looked at Rena and asked, "Shall we go upstairs to bed?"

Rena knew he had something to say and she was willing to give him the chance. She smiled and replied, "Sure, I'm indeed a little tired.”

The night was thickening as Rena and Waylen ascended the stairs together, their steps slow and deliberate.

Once inside the master bedroom, Waylen closed the door behind them, and his arms enveloped Rena in a warm embrace.

Her face gently bumped against his shoulder, and she took in the scent of tobacco lingering on his clothes.

Rena knew what he desired.

She, too, couldn't deny missing the familiarity of that scent.

However, she knew that now was not the right time. Her emotions weren't in the right place, so she asked in a soft voice, "What do you want to say to me?"

Waylen gazed down at her, finding her demeanor quite gentle in that moment.

He began to explain, “She's just a young girl. | can't have a crush on her. Please don't be angry with me, Rena."

Rena leaned against his shoulder, her voice equally soft.

"But she cares about you."

She didn't want to argue with him. Instead, Rena wanted him to figure things out on his own and make a decision that would satisfy them both.

Waylen wasn't foolish; he should understand what she meant.

After a thoughtful pause, he gently stroked her face and reassured her, "She's just an irrelevant person to our family. Rena, you should know who! truly love. We can move back to the villa. What do you think?"

Waylen said gently and patiently.