To his surprise, when he opened the door, he saw that the Light in the bedroom was still on.

Waylen quietly crept into the bedroom.

Rena was a light sleeper. As soon as he came in, she woke up. She sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse when she asked, "You're back. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."

“What? No! It's so late. I'm going to take a shower and then head to bed."

Rena found it strange. Didn't he take a shower before he left? Why did he need another one now?

Did he go out to.

Looking at her bright, quizzical eyes, Waylen bent over and kissed her on the forehead.

“What are you thinking? That I have the energy to go out to make out with someone else? Are you kidding me? I'm already so exhausted from earlier."

Being seen through so quickly, Rena's face turned as red as a tomato and she didn't ask any more.

Waylen took off his clothes and headed to the bathroom. He casually tossed the white shirt on the floor. Rena naturally picked it up and put it into the Laundry basket, intending to wash it the following day.

Suddenly, something caught her eye.

Waylen's white shirt had a red stain. Curious, Rena smelled it and there was a faint smell of blood.

She looked in the direction of the bathroom, where Waylen was taking a shower, and frowned.

Waylen had gone out so late at night to get into a fight with someone?

Rena wasn't stupid. She immediately recalled Harold's gaffe earlier tonight and figured that Waylen had gotten into a brawl with Harold.

She gently put down the shirt and climbed back into the bed.

Soon, Waylen came out of the bathroom in nothing but a black bathrobe.

He spooned Rena, stroking her body gently. Then he made her face him and kissed her. This position made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, she humored him and kissed him back.

Somehow, she knew that he was in a bad mood.

Waylen then climbed on top of Rena.

But he didn't do anything more. He simply stared at her.