She realized now that those meant nothing compared to Elvira's importance in Waylen's heart. That woman was definitely more important to him compared to her.

Rena had no intention of confronting him because she was crystal clear that she meant nothing to him.

Judging by Waylen's recent attitude, she knew he still couldn't forget

Elvira. She wouldn't humiliate herself by bringing the other woman up in front of him.

If he wanted to be alone, she would respect his space.

Quietly, she prepared a midnight snack for him, placing it in an insulated container on the table. When he was ready to leave the study, he would see it waiting for him.

Sitting in the living room, she checked the financial statements of the music studio. Then she took a shower, tending to her skincare routine.

Late at night, Waylen sat in the study.

He was surrounded by smoke-filled air and cigarette butts in the ashtray. As he finished his last cigarette, he crushed the box and discarded it.

With his eyes feeling weary, he realized it was getting very late

Standing up, he made his way out.

The living room was dim, illuminated only by a small wall lamp. The insulated container on the table caught his attention.

Opening it, he discovered a bowl of steamed pear with rock sugar.

It was a soothing remedy for his throat.

He sat down, took a few bites, and then walked into the bedroom.

There, Rena Lay in peaceful slumber

Her form wrapped in the modest embrace of a white pajama set. It was evident that she had chosen to abstain from the usual intimacy they shared.

Waylen guessed that she had uncovered something, a secret he had kept hidden.

Resolute in his desire to bridge the growing chasm between them, he gently enfolded her in his arms, their bodies seeking solace in proximity.

“Wake up, Rena," he whispered softly, his voice laced with vulnerability.

“Waylen."

She sighed, her voice laced with a Little hint of annoyance.