Little did he realize the immense pain his actions inflicted upon Rena.

He gazed at her intently, his eyes delving into the depths of her being.

After what seemed Like an eternity, he spoke up softly, his words barely audible.

"I had no idea you cared about these things so deeply."

Rena chuckled at her own vulnerability, a touch of self-deprecation coloring her Laughter

Fixing her gaze upon him, she uttered with directness, “I genuinely care, Waylen. It means a lot to me. I take it seriously! I can't afford to engage in such games. What's wrong with that?"

Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she spoke wearily

“Waylen, Let's put an end to this!"

Waylen's eyes remained fixed on her, his stare unwavering.

After a moment, he whispered tenderly, “Are you really going to end our relationship over what happened today? Rena, do you think you have the power to break up with me if I don't want to?"

Rena's eyes welled up with tears, her vision blurred.

How could she be unaware?

She knew Waylen inside out. He had no desire for marriage. He relished the thrill of pursuing different women. And Rena, she was undoubtedly the most captivating person he had ever encountered, the source of his ongoing amusement .

He was truly something else.

Damn it!

Shit!

Rena clenched her fingers tightly, struggling to contain her emotions

She forced herself to speak calmly.

“We can still keep in touch, Mr. Fowler. If you ever require my assistance in the future, simply give me a call. I'll be at your service."

As Waylen stared at her face, his voice softened.

"So, if I need you, you're suggesting you'll come to my apartment and spend the night with me? Is that what you're implying, Rena? Are you moving out of our home?"

Having spoken those words, he took a step forward and pressed Rena against the TV cabinet.