She didn't shed any tears this time, having cried for him countless times before. Though she appeared indifferent, deep down, she was tormented by the pain...

Waylen slowly placed his phone down on the table.

He poured himself a glass of whisky, trying to numb the pain that was engulfing him.

He replayed the video, witnessing how Rena had skillfully edged and comforted him.

Now, he realized just how deeply he had loved her.

There was a time when their love for each other ran deep.

Accepting the thought of Rena being with someone else, of her sharing intimacy with someone else, was unbearable to hin. ©

In his mind, she should only belong to him.

Aknock at the door then interrupted his thoughts.

Waylen turned off the video and called out, "Come in."

Cecilia entered with a tray in her hand, concerned for Waylen's well-being.

“Waylen, you have hardly been eating lately," she softly remarked.

Waylen smiled faintly, appreciating her kindness.

Cecilia hesitated before adding, "Waylen, so many people are pursuing Rena now. Don't you feel threatened?”

His appetite diminished with her question.

Wiping his lips, he asked nonchalantly, "How are they pursuing her?"

Cecilia said in a hushed tone, "They're showering her with gifts."

"And what does Rena like?"

After contemplating for a moment, Cecilia's eyes filled with tears as she replied, "She likes you the most."

Waylen was taken aback by her response.

He didn't anticipate such an answer.

Taking out a cigarette, he lit it and smoked silently. Cecilia's last words echoed in his mind, and eventually, he forced a bitter smile.