Changing the topic, she turned to Cecilia.

“Weren't you going to show me the piano?”

Cecilia eagerly seized the opportunity, playfully dragging Rena along.

“This place used to be so different. It was all black and white, cold and distant... But recently, Waylen inexplicably redecorated it. I believe he did it for someone special."

Cecilia's forthrightness created a delicate atmosphere between the trio.

Rena couldn't help but cast a curious glance at Waylen...

Waylen gracefully removed his coat in the hallway before following Rena into the room.

Rena found herself involuntarily gazing at him. Waylen exuded a magnetic confidence with every step he took. His handsome features were enough to captivate anyone.

He approached Rena and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his tone casual as he suggested, "Do you like it? Take a seat and play."

Rena felt a flutter of flattery at his words. The piano held a beautiful tale, a treasure she had longed to witness in person.

She pursed her lips and seated herself before the instrument, her slender fingers poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of longing.

"I'd Like to hear the Moonlight Sonata."

Her eyes were suffused with mist, and Rena looked sideways at him.

Her heart skipped a beat.

That same feeling surged again!

How did Waylen seem to know her so intimately?

Doubt crept in. Had he investigated her somehow?

With his gaze intently fixed on her, a fervent desire to claim her emerged in his eyes. Her tender and determined visage, reminiscent of Alexis, called to him irresistibly.

Finally, Rena's fingers began to dance upon the piano keys.

She played flawlessly, her foot no Longer hampered by injury. Every note flowed effortlessly beneath her touch, evoking a profound sense of intelligence.

As Waylen gradually drifted into slumber, Jarrod's words surged through his consciousness, returning his memories to him.

He was Waylen, his memories reclaimed in full.