It was similar to the morning dew piano she once adored.

Even though she loved it dearly, she had lost all interest in playing.

In a low voice, Rena stated, "I'd prefer to use the guest room

Having lived there before, she knew the Location of the sewing kit and proceeded to sew the missing button.

Rena didn't bother with washing her face or brushing her teeth; a splash of water sufficed.

Upon exiting, she glanced at Waylen.

“Mr. Fowler, you seem fine now. I'll take my leave then."

Waylen set the newspaper aside and observed her quietly.

“Have breakfast before you go. It was delivered from the mansion early this morning."

Rena offered a faint smile.

“It's inappropriate and not necessary."

Her demeanor towards him was excessively polite, as if she were an ordinary person interacting with a celebrity.

He didn't know how others won back their girlfriends, but he had a feeling that the woman he was with was more difficult to coax than any other ordinary woman!

His gaze was fixed on her while he was deep in thought.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Rena slightly bent down and said, "Mr. Fowler, thank you for continuing to help my father with the lawsuit. I'm sincerely grateful to you.

Waylen felt extremely uncomfortable.

She acted as if he was someone else. Yet they had once shared this apartment, Living harmoniously and being perfectly compatible in every aspect of their lives, including physical intimacy.

Waylen felt a twinge of annoyance.

Picking up the newspaper again, he responded indifferently, "Do as you wish."

Rena swiftly departed.

She hailed a taxi and returned to her own apartment, where she showered and changed her clothes.

Breakfast was consumed during the taxi ride.