In a fit of anger, he shattered his phone into pieces!

In the Late hours of the night, Rena sat rigidly, wrapped in a blanket.

Waylen, now neatly attired, sat across from her, a cigarette held delicately between his fingers.

"I will arrange for you to study further in Braseovell. I will fly there to accompany you twice a month. I will also invest in your music studio here and enlist professionals to assist in its management.”

Rena slowly lifted her gaze.

In the soft illumination, her complexion appeared pallid, with a hint of redness at the corners of her eyes.

Exhaustion consumed her, her weary body aching as sadness enveloped her being.

Did he truly regard her as a mere plaything, promising to accompany her only twice a month?

Softly, she questioned, “Waylen, do you consider me a plaything? You treat me as you please, and whenever you're unhappy, you send me away."

Her probing words held no power to sway Waylen's determination.

He would not permit her to meet Harold as she had tonight.

He extinguished his cigarette, displaying a dismissive attitude.

“It's inconsequential! What matters most is that you must leave Duefron.”

A wry smile tugged at Rena‘s lips.

She had severed ties with Harold long ago. Their encounter tonight was a mere coincidence.

She had rejected Harold.

She had never given him any hope. Not only because her love for him had waned, but also because she wanted Cecilia to find happiness.

Yet, Waylen didn't even refuse Elvira's advances.

Rena had acquiesced to his desires, engaging in intimacy with him here and, yet, after their encounters, he wanted to send her away as if her whole existence was a shameful secret of his!

She no longer wished to be with him!

Rena slowly uncovered herself from the blanket, beginning to dress herself calmly.

As she donned her clothes, she spoke with composure.