Upon sobering up, Rena recognized him immediately.

Her body sank into the comforting mattress, and Waylen remained by her side, holding her with one hand while quickly removing his coat with the other. His forehead gently touched hers as he expressed concern, "You're burning up!"

"It's none of your business!" Rena retorted, turning her head away. ©

In truth, she knew that her fever wasn't solely due to the climate; the passionate making out on the piano from two nights ago had also left her feeling a bit under the weather.

The room was dimly lit.

Given their divorced status, it felt inappropriate to be in such close proximity. Rena pushed him away and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?”

Waylen moved slightly away, retrieving his phone to make a call.

"I'm worried about you because of your fever!” he stated, his words simple and sincere.

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, Rena closed her eyes.

Waylen dialed a number and said, "It's me! Yes, my wife is ill. Please come over as soon as possible. Yes, I'll send you the address. Thank you."

After the call, he turned his head to find Rena staring at him.

Perhaps due to her illness, her eyes appeared watery and slightly red.

Waylen’s heart softened at the sight.

Sitting beside her, he playfully tugged at her brown hair, as if teasing a little girl.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

With her eyes still closed, Rena murmured, "I can't help but feel that even though you've lost your memory, you still maintain the same habits when dealing with people.”

Waylen's gaze darkened, pondering her words.

He stood up and poured her a glass of water.

"Do you often reminisce about the past?" he inquired.

Rena didn't deny it.

Waylen assisted her to sit up carefully offering her the water to drink.

Resisting his help, she struggled and he playfully patted her backside.