After a brief hesitation, Rena confessed, "Yes!"

“What sort of person is he? Is he handsome? What does he do?"

Rena reached her Limit.

She deliberately Lowered her voice and retorted, "Waylen, we've broken up!"

“And so what?"

"Thus, you have no right to inquire about my personal matters! But if you must know, let me enlighten you. I intend to build a harmonious connection with him. He's a genuinely kind-hearted individual and possesses a striking appearance."

Having uttered those words, she instantly regretted them.

Why was she trying to provoke Waylen on purpose?

A prolonged silence emanated from the other end of the phone. Then, in a soft voice, Waylen asked, "Is Robert more handsome than me?"

Without another word, he abruptly terminated the call.

Rena blinked her eyes, unable to fathom what she had just heard.

Indeed, Waylen had known the situation but simply feigned ignorance moments ago.

Due to his call, Rena found herself in a sour mood, devoid of the inclination to engage in conversation with Robert.

*

Waylen's mood deteriorated further.

He stood before the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, granting him a panoramic view of Duefron's most splendid nocturnal vista.

His damp hair clung to his forehead after his recent shower.

Dressed in a loosely worn black bathrobe, its collar slightly ajar, he leaned against the countertop, lost in contemplation.

After parting ways with Rena, he had hoped to erase all traces of her from his apartment. Yet, every corner seemed to bear the lingering remnants of her presence.

Within the walk-in closet, his bathrobe hung alongside hers, displaying the intimate connection they once shared.

Unopened, matching pairs of slippers she had purchased for them as a couple still awaited their intended use.

Each time he opened a drawer, his eyes beheld the jewelry he had lovingly bestowed upon her.