Nights found them on the same bed, exchanging kisses and affectionate touches. Under Waylen's guidance, Rena gradually discovered new realms of intimacy.

Afterward, Rena spent a long time in the bathroom, cleansing her hands

When she emerged, Waylen was already dressed.

Surprised, she inquired.

“Are you heading out at this hour’ As he fastened his belt, Waylen playfully pinched her chin.

"Indeed, I have some matters to attend to. You should go to bed. What would you like to eat? I'll bring it back for you."

“I'm not hungry. I'm focusing on staying in shape.”

As she finished speaking, Waylen regarded her with a faint smile, his masculinity accentuated.

Rena blushed, realizing that her words might have carried a different implication. However, it wasn't meant for his attention.

Late into the night, Waylen set out alone, driving purposefully to a particular destination.

The Duefron Film Theatre.

Arrangements facilitated by Jazlyn had the theater's entrance ajar, allowing Waylen an easy entrance.

In the dimness within, he flicked on the lights, banishing the darkness.

The space suddenly illuminated, resembling daylight. The sound of his footsteps resonated through the spacious emptiness as Waylen made his way to the front row.

He occupied the very seat from which he had witnessed Rena being struck by the plummeting chandelier, still in a comatose state.

With closed eyes and joined palms, Waylen offered a moment of silent contemplation.

When his eyes reopened, there was ruthlessness in them.

He remained seated, a vigil held from night until dawn.

As daylight broke, Waylen placed a call to the music school's principal.

"Mr. Hudson, it's Waylen."

Nelson Hudson was roused from sleep, his tone suddenly brightening “Hello, Waylen."

Though cordial, a pang of annoyance echoed within Nelson.