"Rena, let me stay by your side."

Rena gracefully distanced herself from his presence.

In a tone colder than before, she articulated, “There's no need,

Waylen. We ended our relationship long ago. It's inappropriate to engage in such acts and I refuse to be a vessel for your sexual desires."

Waylen straightened himself up, taking a moment to adjust his disheveled attire. A subtle frown creased his forehead.

Rena turned her back to him, resolute in her task of preparing breakfast. Without pausing, she stated, "I haven't made yours. And please leave the key when you depart."

Waylen yearned to express himself further.

However, his phone abruptly rang, Lyndon's name appearing on the screen.

Reluctant to upset Rena once more by answering the call in her presence, he pocketed the phone and exited her home.

The door closed gently behind him.

Yet, Rena found herself devoid of the enthusiasm to continue making breakfast. Waylen's intrusion had once again thrown her life into disarray.

Just then, the doorbell chimed

Assuming it was Waylen, Rena ignored the sound, opting not to open the door.

But it wasn't Waylen; it was Vera.

Vera persistently knocked on the door until Rena snapped out of her daze and hurriedly welcomed her inside.

"I saw Waylen downstairs. Rena, are you back together with him?" Vera inquired, her expression clouded with displeasure.

Rena offered a bitter smile.

“I haven't reconciled with him but I ended things with Robert."

Vera stood there, momentarily stunned, burdened by self-blame.

"Rena, have I caused you pain?"

Rena tenderly pinched Vera's cheek.

“How highly you think of yourself! This has nothing to do with you. We simply weren't compatible."