He furrowed his brow.

"I have never brought other women here."

Rena smiled.

Perhaps his words held truth. She was the sole woman who had once graced his apartment with her presence.

But even so, Elvira was the one he couldn't erase from his mind.

Rena refrained from further comment. After all, they had ended their relationship. Anything more would be meaningless

She deftly bandaged his wound and advised, "If your wound becomes inflamed tomorrow, you must seek medical attention at the hospital."

She proceeded to wash her hands, preparing to depart.

Waylen swiftly grasped her arm.

“Please don't go!"

He enveloped her from behind, pleading, “Rena, stay with me."

Rena's body tensed.

With gentle resolve, she extricated herself from his embrace and stated, “Waylen, I have made my intentions clear. We are no longer together."

“I'm hungry. Prepare a bowl of noodles for me!”

Rena retrieved her phone and replied, “I will order takeout for you.”

Waylen flung her phone onto the sofa, his voice filled with concern.

“I'm injured. How can you allow me to rely on takeout? Moreover, given my condition, unforeseen complications may arise during the night. If something were to happen to me, you would bear the responsibility."

These were his tactics.

Rena recognized them, yet she also acknowledged the partial reasonableness of his words.

What if he orchestrated a scheme to exacerbate his injury after she departed, holding her accountable for the consequences?

Pausing to contemplate, Rena chose not to insist on leaving.

She retrieved her phone and captured a photograph of him.