"What about the stray dog you used to feed?"

Recalling the white dog, Rena couldn't bear to abandon it entirely.

Perhaps she would return secretly to provide it with sustenance in the future.

However, she replied, "What about it? No matter how long I've fed it, it has never shown any closeness to me. So why bother?"

Waylen was left speechless.

Satisfied that she had addressed all necessary matters, Rena moved to leave with her suitcase.

But Waylen intercepted her by the door, Lowering his head until his prominent nose was near hers, their breaths intertwining...

Rena averted her gaze.

Nervously, she turned her head and said, “Mr. Fowler, if you require my assistance, I am at your disposal."

Waylen stared intently at her.

There was an unfamiliar expression in his eyes, one that she had never witnessed before: an amalgamation of anger and something else.

After an extended silence, he abruptly released her and sneered.

“Miss Gordon, your professionalism is truly commendable!"

Rena's anger surged, leading her to deliver a swift kick towards Waylen in her frustration.

Waylen, writhing in pain, presented Rena with an opportunity to seize her suitcase and leave the bedroom.

However, Waylen possessed long, agile legs that allowed him to intercept Rena just as she was about to reach the entrance door, firmly grasping her hand.

Peering into Waylen's profound eyes, Rena encountered a glimmer of uncertainty as he inquired, "Are you truly planning to depart?"

Rena cast her gaze downward, her voice gentle yet resolute as she replied, "Please, let me go!"

Slightly tilting his head and drawing closer, Waylen's tone carried a trace of remorse as he murmured, “My mother has sent us some food.

Shall we share a meal together?"

Rena recognized his ploy all too well.

Whenever Waylen sought to win over a woman, he would employ his utmost charm and his efforts were invariably fruitful.