Upon reaching home and unveiling the contents of the shopping bag, she discovered that the newspaper front pages were entirely devoted to

Waylen.

To be precise, they contained scandalous tales about Waylen and Elvira.

The two had unexpectedly crossed paths at a Lavish banquet overseas.

On the hotel porch, Elvira donned a sleek black evening gown. With her slender fingers, she clutched at the edge of Waylen's garment. The corners of her eyes were reddened, a clear indication that tears had been shed. Nevertheless, her gaze remained fixed obstinately upon

Waylen!

Waylen turned around.

Only his profile was captured by the photograph, yet Rena could discern the mix of animosity and sympathy in his eyes!

Rena stared at the image intently for an extended duration.

When she finally snapped out of her trance, she sensed an overall stiffness and soreness in her muscles.

She blinked.

Thankfully, it was not too Late for her to nip her feelings for Waylen in the bud.

She cast the newspaper aside and proceeded to cook with composure.

Waylen had a penchant for slightly tangy dishes, although his stomach was delicate.

Rena prepared grilled fish with chili and lime, a Light soup, and two additional entrees.

It was nearly 7 o'clock by the time she completed the task.

He had yet to return.

As Rena contemplated whether she should reach out to him or not, her phone rang.

His voice on the other end was soothing to the ear.

“Rena... I won't make it back for dinner! I have prior arrangements.

But I'll return home later."

Rena did not give in to anger. She responded calmly, “If you plan on drinking, ensure you have a designated driver to bring you back."