Waylen lapsed into silence for a brief moment.

He then responded, “Alright!"

After concluding the call, Rena gazed at the prepared dishes for an extended period.

Eventually, she settled down slowly and commenced a solitary meal.

A significant amount of food remained untouched. She carefully packed the leftovers into a container, intending to go downstairs to feed the stray dogs once she completed her household chores.

Waylen's return was not excessively Late.

It was around 10:30 in the evening.

He spotted Rena crouching beneath a tree, tending to a white dog in the garden below.

Waylen was aware of her habit of venturing downstairs to care for the canines, but this was the first time he had personally witnessed it.

The early autumn night carried a hint of chill, prompting her to don a jacket.

The jacket happened to belong to him, slightly oversized for her, accentuating her delicate frame.

Waylen refrained from approaching.

Instead, he stood by the car, lit a cigarette and silently observed her.

He witnessed Rena gently caressing the dog, admiring the blossoms and foliage. There was no trace of sorrow upon her countenance.

After a while, Rena tenderly touched the white dog again and went back inside the apartment building.

Curiosity propelled Waylen to venture beneath the tree for a closer

Look.

Tonight, she had prepared grilled fish.

The meal he should have partaken in had now been consumed by the stray dog!

The white dog barked at Waylen, trying to guard its food.

Upon returning to the apartment, Rena received a message.

Vera had sent her a video.