"I don't want to see her.

Mr. Coleman called and asked me to check on her. He informed me that

Elvira's condition is deteriorating."

Rena listened with a vacant expression.

Waylen tenderly caressed her face and said, "It's natural for you to be angry. Elvira threw my phone into the water, so I couldn't call you."

Rena lowered her gaze and let out a soft chuckle.

Raising her eyes to meet his, she questioned, "Waylen, are you explaining or deceiving me?"

Waylen's brow furrowed slightly.

A man of his stature wouldn't easily offer explanations to soothe a woman, let alone stoop down to justify himself.

Rena chuckled once again.

"So, you're telling me you couldn't make a phone call because she threw your phone into the water?

You could find a way to call me if you wanted, but you didn't. It's just that you don't care enough.

Waylen... Elvira may have severed ties with you but your families have been friends and you've grown up together. Whereas I have nothing! I suppose I am merely the woman who shares your bed.”

As Rena uttered these words, her eyes welled up with tears, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

For someone like him, it wasn't worth it.

“You're not just that!"

Waylen's frown deepened, Longing to reach out and touch her.

But Rena didn't allow him to approach. She took a step back and observed him intently.

With a gentle yet resolute voice, she declared, "You're right. I'm not just that! Waylen, have you ever seen a woman who sleeps with you also cook for you, tie your tie, take care of your dry cleaning, clean up after you and even run a bath for you?"

The atmosphere was filled with an eerie stillness.

Rena murmured with a mix of concern and anguish, “Tell me, Waylen, which woman you choose to simply share your bed with will be responsible for cooking dinner every day and eagerly awaiting your return? You can't subject me to this, Waylen!"

A subtle movement of Waylen's Adam's apple betrayed his inner turmoil.