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.