“Take a look. Isn't he handsome? Waylen said I stand a chance."

Rena examined the image closely.

The photograph featured an aristocratic man walking in the rain, surrounded by a crowd, his secretary shielding him with an umbrella. The image exuded an indescribable aura.

However, Rena was struck by an inexplicable familiarity in the man's face, particularly from his nose to his lips. It was a striking resemblance to her own features.

Rena knew she wasn't Darren's biological daughter.

Could this man from Czanch, Mr. Evans, be her biological father?

Observing Rena's expression, Cecilia's concern was evident. She voiced her thoughts candidly.

"Rena, you have my brother. Don't compete with me for Mr. Evans!"

Rena found herself caught between laughter and exasperation. Avoiding discussion of her family background, Rena focused her attention on the man in the photograph.

It was Mark Evans from Czanch.

Seeing Rena's denial, Cecilia visibly relaxed.

Waylen prepared the meal, showcasing his culinary skills.

As they sat down to enjoy the dishes, Cecilia savored each bite, praising.

"Waylen, when did you learn to cook?"

Between mouthfuls of food, she continued, "Rena, you're in for a treat from now on! Waylen never cooked before."

Rena agreed wholeheartedly, savoring the delicious dishes. Waylen served her some food, his touch gentle, as he whispered softly,

“I learned just to woo you."

Every woman appreciated sweet words, especially when they came from a handsome man. Rena was no exception.

Yet, a trace of doubt lingered in her mind.

Waylen tenderly brushed her long hair, providing comfort that swept away any fleeting misgivings.

In that moment, Rena realized that perhaps she truly wanted this relationship with him.

Having experienced the allure of secret love, she was now faced with an exceptional man who treated her with the utmost tenderness. She couldn't resist, nor did she want to.