"Darren, you're spoiling her rotten. Rena is 20 now. She's more than capable of managing her own affairs."

Darren said with a smile, “Says the one who tucks Rena in every night." Their laughter resonated warmly.

Rena's spirits Lifted, prompting her to indulge in two bowls of rice. As night fell, Rena wrestled with her emotions, ultimately resolving to move on from Harold.

Just as she was about to drift into sleep, her phone emitted a WhatsApp notification.

Upon seeing the message, she was stunned, the image before her evoking an exhilarating rush.

It was a photograph of a shirtless man, an enticing allure exuding from every contour of his form. Glistening water droplets seemed poised to cascade down his smooth skin, pooling within the folds of a bath towel, and his well-defined abdominal muscles...

The man in the image was Waylen.

Waylen wasn't content with just posting the photo. He added a teasing line that said, "Do you find it appealing?"

Rena's face flushed, a mix of irritation and embarrassment igniting within her.

How utterly shameless he could be.

And how on earth did he manage to Locate her WhatsApp account? This person was beyond audacious, but... Despite her anger, Rena found herself gazing at the image once more.

There was no denying that even in his rogueishness, Waylen possessed a distinct charm, one that was undeniably captivating.

With a determined click, Rena deleted the photo from her screen.

She knew she had to address this with Waylen.

Just because there was no foreseeable future with Harold didn't mean she was willing to tolerate Waylen's advances. What was more, her father's unexpected announcement about joining the Fowler Group had left Rena feeling unsettled. She couldn't shake the sensation that she was somehow becoming Waylen's target.

In the stillness of the midnight hour, Rena's restlessness intensified. Unable to quell the heat that seemed to surge within her, she threw back her covers and hurried to the bathroom.

Peeling off her pajamas, she stood there in nothing but pale pink lingerie, her gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror... Her figure was lithe and graceful.

Her long, chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders like a rich waterfall, enhancing her natural allure.

Yet, deep down, Rena couldn't help but question whether her appearance was truly enough to captivate someone Like Waylen.

He had once mentioned the piano...

Could it be that he was drawn to her musical talents?

At the tender age of 20, Rena still clung to her dream of becoming a pianist, and the thought brought a flicker of delight to her heart.