"Please eat. You've barely had anything today. And what about your legs? Do they hurt?"

Waylen shook his head. But Rena, attuned to his needs, saw through the facade.

She wanted to rub his legs.

Waylen didn*t allow her to do so. He looked at her and said, bad in the past that you couldn't be a pianist anymore. And now I have a problem with my legs. Think of it as my compensation to you." was so

Amidst their exchange, a flicker of frustration colored Rena‘'s expression.