Flicking the ash from his cigarette with a smile playing upon his lips he remarked, “Rena, I haven't grown weary of you yet! I still find pleasure in your physicality!"

A faint smile crept across Rena's Lips.

Elvira's influence loomed so large that upon her return, Waylen didn't even bother pretending to harbor any affection for her.

He once possessed the patience to shower Rena with sweet words and endearing nicknames but now he brazenly declared she was here simply because of his attraction to her body!

What an insufferable jerk!

He no Longer felt compelled to maintain the facade?

This was the true Waylen!

Fatigue washed over Rena and she no longer wished to engage in conversation with him. In a serious tone, she inquired, “May I retire to bed now?"

Waylen's smile persisted as he took a drag from his cigarette, using one hand to delicately caress her tender face.

In a husky voice, he murmured, "Yes.

Rena recognized that their relationship had deteriorated rapidly within such a short span of time.

Yet, she remained indifferent.

She knew she couldn't conquer a man Like Waylen. Thus, she refused to immerse herself in his grasp.

She would stay by his side until he grew tired of her.

His relationship with Elvira should not concern her.

That night, Rena slept soundly!

Waylen refrained from returning to the bedroom that night. Rena surmised that he sought solace in the study, pining for Elvira once more. It suited her just fine, as his absence meant he wouldn't disturb her!

However, she understood that unless he explicitly declared the end of their relationship, she couldn't bring herself to sever the ties.

*

In the ensuing days, Waylen grew increasingly occupied.

He rarely returned home for dinner and sometimes didn't even come back to sleep.

Rena never dialed his number to inquire about his whereabouts. They existed as strangers cohabiting the same space, devoid of the once cherished sweetness. At times, Rena even questioned if they had ever experienced such tender moments!