Was there another woman accompanying him?

Waylen extracted a small pearl ear stud from his pocket and continued,

“We engaged in passionate intimacy. Rena inadvertently Left behind this on the bed, oblivious to its presence..."

After uttering those words, Waylen cast a glance in Harold's direction.

The smile that had adorned Harold's face instantaneously vanished...

Observing the somber expression on Harold's countenance, Waylen found himself less infuriated

The maid Brenda graciously delivered a slice of cake she had freshly baked.

Having witnessed Waylen's maturation and treating him with utmost kindness, she naturally inquired, “Why didn't you bring Miss Gordon along?"

Waylen hesitated for a moment.

He savored the cake and responded, "It's too late. She's already fast asleep."

Brenda nodded in understanding, exchanged a knowing glance with Juliette and departed.

Juliette subtly probed Waylen on multiple occasions, yet he artfully evaded her queries about his personal life Harold comprehended the situation

He wore a faint smile and inquired, “Waylen, did you have a disagreement with Miss Gordon?"

Waylen set the dessert down

He conveyed a meaningful message, saying, "Harold, it appears that the events surrounding the Moore Group haven't kept you particularly occupied."

Harold's visage grew darker.

Waylen, too, lost his appetite, rising from his seat and ascending the stairs.

“Waylen!"

Cecilia couldn't resist calling out to him.

“I don't understand... It seems you harbor a bias against Harold."

Waylen swung around.

He cast a cold gaze upon Harold.