Waylen set the newspaper aside.

Recollections of Rena's demeanor downstairs lingered in his mind. She genuinely appeared unaffected by the scandalous reports. During the week he had remained out of contact, she had managed to find contentment.

Amidst the circulating rumors concerning his past Love affair, Waylen harbored a desire to test Rena's resilience.

A contemptuous smirk adorned his face.

“Don't you want to inquire about it?" he sneered.

His probing words unsettled Rena greatly.

She cast her gaze downward, offering a faint smile.

“Rest assured, Mr.

Fowler. I shall not intrude upon your personal life. It's your freedom to contact and meet whoever you please.”

Waylen lit a cigarette, his gaze fixed upon her with a subtle smile.

Rena remained unperturbed.

She enunciated each word deliberately.

"As for whether I care or not, that is also my prerogative!"

Waylen couldn't help but admire Rena's prowess

Her eloquence rendered her impervious to any harm

He swallowed hard and requested her to commence cooking.

Rena still donned his jacket. Prior to embarking on her culinary endeavors, she retreated to the bedroom to change attire. While she busied herself in the kitchen, Waylen couldn't avert his gaze from her silhouette.

Rena possessed an enchanting figure, maintaining impeccable posture even amidst her culinary pursuits

Her Lengthy brown hair was elegantly coiled into a bun, exposing her delicate neck. Her Legs boasted slender contours

It had been a considerable duration since Waylen had engaged in intimacy with her, igniting a primal desire within his eyes

Just as he intended to make his way towards the kitchen, Rena's phone, resting upon the table, illuminated with an incoming message.

It was a message from Vera.