His intention had been to settle Elvira and then seek out Rena but

Elvira had succumbed to drugs and alcohol. She had even thrown his phone into the fish tank...

With an impassive expression, Waylen uttered, “I'll take you home.

Rena didn't return to their apartment.

The rain poured too relentlessly for her to drive back and she also couldn't bear the thought of going back to that place...

She parked her car in front of a hotel.

As she stepped out of the vehicle, her entire body was drenched. Her complexion appeared pallid and her teeth chattered.

The receptionist swiftly checked her in, presenting her with the room card and a tissue.

“Miss, room 1804."

Rena wiped away the water stains from her body and murmured a word of gratitude to the receptionist.

Within the confines of the room...

Rena started to run a bath.

Her once-beautiful dress found its way into the trash can. Soaked garments clung together, mirroring her disheveled state.

Rena immersed herself in the bathtub.

Her spirits were low and an uncontrollable desire to drink washed over her.

With half a glass consumed, she leaned against the bathtub's edge, mustering a hallow smile...

She yearned to avoid thinking about it, yet whenever she closed her eyes, her mind replayed the heart-wrenching scene of Waylen embracing

Elvira.

Rena recalled his words-"I won't see her again."

He then presented her with such a magnificent gift to win her over. The gesture moved Rena deeply, Leading to a night of passionate intimacy that brought him immense comfort...

How many days had passed?

He went on to embrace Elvira tenderly.