Observing a hint of discontent in his expression, Rena inquired with a soft tone, “What seems to be troubling you?"

Waylen gazed at her intently.

Rena had transformed herself into an exquisite vision, adorned in a floral dress accompanied by a flowing champagne suit jacket. Her luscious, long brown locks cascaded down to her waist, emanating an air of grace and beauty.

Waylen crooked his finger and signaled her to come closer.

Resting his chin upon her shoulder, he spoke up in a raspy voice.

"I reached out to Eloise the other day. I heard that your birthday was a few days ago. How about I make it up to you on Saturday?"

Rena felt flattered by his gesture.

Waylen Lifted his head and shared a lingering kiss with her, murmuring,

“Accompany me to the Law office."

Rena sensed that something occupied his thoughts.

She was not naive and intuited that it likely pertained to the person he couldn't forget. Rena, being astute, refrained from probing further.

She enveloped her arms around his neck, assuming a playful demeanor.

"I'LL gladly drive you to work every day, just say the word."

Waylen smiled warmly.

He lazily patted her butt before proceeding to change his attire.

Rena approached the piano, her touch gentle and affectionate.

Waylen was a skilled lover but an unsuitable partner for marriage.

He treated her well, yet genuine love eluded him.

Rena considered herself fortunate for discerning this truth early on.

Otherwise, if she were deeply immersed in this relationship, she would undoubtedly confess her love and express her desire for a lifetime together.

His rejection would have been unmistakable.

“Rena.