After their brief conversation on the phone, Rena finally hung up and took charge of the workers.

Within half a day, a suite was fully arranged.

Exhausted, Rena leaned against the sofa to catch her breath.

The solitude of the afternoon made her yearn for Waylen even more.

She couldn't help but open the diary he had left for her and read it carefully.

Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of him.

She missed him deeply.

She missed their relationship, and all the moments they had shared together.

In the late afternoon, around four o'clock, the sleek black Maybach slowly pulled up. Waylen opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Korbyn and Juliette had taken the children out, leaving the villa very quiet. Waylen stopped a servant and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is my wife"

The servant was aware of their quarrel and hesitated before answering, "She's upstairs.”

Waylen nodded and made his way slowly to the upper floor.

He was still dressed in the same clothes he wore a few days ago, appearing neat but in need of a shower. However, before freshening up, he wanted to see Rena.

Finding her was no trouble.

In the dim light, he spotted Rena lying on the sofa, asleep and looking incredibly soft.

As he got closer, he noticed tear stains in the corners of her eyes.

Did she cry?

A pang of guilt washed over him. He placed a gentle hand on her side and leaned down, intending to kiss her...

But Rena stirred awake.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and when she met his gaze, she seemed to regain her composure. She sat up, her tone carrying a hint of coldness.

"You're back."

Waylen felt the distance in her voice.