Feeling embarrassed, Mark put on a bitter smile.

Cecilia then saw Rena standing outside her room with Mark. Cecilia was two years older than Rena, but she was a little afraid of her sister-in-law.

With tearful eyes, Cecilia called in a low voice, "Rena." ©

Rena carefully picked up the coat from the floor and handed it to Mark.

Mark was well aware of the potential gossip and rumors that could arise if the servants caught a glimpse of his current image.

So, he decided to retreat to the guest room first.

Meanwhile, Rena approached Cecilia and let out a sigh.

"You are a working model now, a famous one even. It's important to work on your impulsive temper, or else it might deter others."

Cecilia's eyes glistened with tears, feeling wronged by the situation.

She pulled Rena into her bedroom.

This prompted Rena to quietly close the door behind them.

What she saw inside shocked her. The room seemed to have witnessed a wild night.

There were bottles and jars scattered on the dressing table with some sprawled on the floor.

Even the bed sheet was a crumpled mess.

Deciding not to make a fuss, Rena simply opened the window to let fresh air sweep in and freshen up the room.

Fearful of making her angrier, Cecilia whispered, "Please don't be mad at me."

Rena felt a mix of anger and amusement, finding it challenging to interfere in such matters.

She chose her words carefully and said, "You can treat it as a free experience... Hmm... Well, it's true that my uncle has quite a nice figure!"

Cecilia blushed at Rena’s bold remark.

She did not expect her to say such things.

Unexpectedly, as she was about to say something, she noticed a man standing at the now slightly ajar door, eavesdropping on their conversation.

It was Waylen.