As Cecilia opened the box, she discovered that it didn't contain a valuable piece of jewelry as she expected.

Instead, a brilliant yellow amulet, exquisitely crafted, lay before her. Underneath it was a handwritten scripture.

The effort Rena must have put into acquiring such a precious gift was evident.

Cecilia's trembling Lips betrayed her emotions.

She murmured softly, "This is the most exquisite gift I have ever received!"

Waylen tenderly caressed her head and uttered, "May you live a life filled with everlasting safety and happiness."

With that, he grabbed the car keys and made his way towards the parking lot.

By the time Rena returned to the apartment, it was nearing ten o'clock.

She removed her makeup, indulged in a relaxing bath, and stood before the French window donning a black silk robe. It was a rare occasion for her to willingly partake in alcohol but tonight she desired a sip.

In the midst of her gentle intoxication, she intended to sever her ties with Waylen.

However, whether their relationship met its demise or not, she had no choice but to heed his wishes. After all, her father's legal predicament had yet to be resolved, and she couldn't afford to offend

Waylen.

Rena ruminated extensively and devised numerous plans.

Yet, a wave of despondency engulfed her, prompting her to seek solace in the melodies of the piano.

As Waylen swung open the door, he caught sight of Rena gracefully playing the piano.

She didn't shed a single tear; instead, a faint sadness painted her visage.

Rena was an entirely different entity compared to Elvira.

The piano's melody abruptly ceased.

Rena turned her gaze towards Waylen, mustering a smile.

"You've back,” she whispered.

"Did you have a delightful time?" inquired Rena, her voice carrying an air of serenity.

Waylen gracefully removed his coat, casually tossing it onto the sofa before approaching her.