Rena showed no sign of leaving until one o'clock in the morning.

Ross' car was nowhere to be seen.

She pulled her coat tighter around her and observed as Waylen drove up. She didn't reject the idea of getting into his car.

She knew he had something to say tonight.

She braced herself for his inevitable anger.

Regardless of his emotions, Waylen courteously opened the car door for her, his tone chilly.

"Get in the car."

Rena settled into the passenger seat.

‘As she slowly fastened her seat belt, she casually asked, "Why did you come here?"

Waylen pressed down on the gas pedal.

Rather than driving back to her villa, he continued onward, following the course of the river.

The open window allowed the scent of saltiness and humidity to permeate the car gradually.

Abruptly, the car came toa stop.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Waylen stared ahead into the dark night, suppressing his emotions, and inquired, "Rena, is this your revenge?"

Rena maintained her silence.

He turned slowly, his eyes tinged with redness.

"| have never betrayed our marriage,” he asserted.

Rena opened the car door and stepped out into the darkness, where only the pale river offered its faint glow.

Despite the chilly night, Rena felt the need to take a walk, hoping it would clear her mind.

Waylen remained seated, his gaze fixed on her retreating form.

Suddenly, he emerged from the car, reaching out to grab her arm from behind and gently pulling her into his embrace.

"I've never seen anyone torture themselves like you do," he murmured. ©