A suitcase rested in the living room while Waylen engaged in a conversation in his study, clutching his phone as he discussed a new case.

Although his gaze held affection as he looked at Rena, his tone turned harsh and merciless during his phone conversation.

Rena couldn't help but feel a sense of surrealism creeping into her consciousness.

He displayed a stark contrast to the audacious man who touched himself over the phone the previous night.

She found herself bewildered and uncertain.

Waylen covered the receiver of his phone and whispered softly to her,

"Claribel has purchased some groceries. Prepare a few simple dishes for me, will you? I haven't had lunch yet."

In silence, Rena made her way to the kitchen.

Waylen fixed his gaze upon her departing figure, his eyes filled with profound intensity.

It had been several days since Rena had last visited. As she opened the refrigerator, she discovered fresh provisions awaiting her.

She skillfully prepared a comforting soup and crafted some of Waylen's cherished dishes.

Throughout the process, Rena's state of mind differed from before.

Pondering when Waylen would tire of her presence, Rena contemplated the moment he would seek new thrills elsewhere.

Suddenly, she felt his embrace from behind.

Waylen gently nibbled on her neck and whispered, “Would you blame me for taking advantage of you?"

Rena made no attempt to break free from his hold.

She had come here with the sole purpose of bringing him satisfaction and happiness.

In a soft voice, she inquired, "If that's the case, would you allow me to leave?"

Waylen smiled, evading a direct response to her question. Instead, he playfully whispered in her ear, teasing, “Did you find pleasure in the voice message I sent you last night? Would you like to hear the live version?"

Rena Lightly bit her lip, her intrigue evident.

She had never encountered a man as flirtatious and cheeky as Waylen before.

Disregarding his advances, Rena carried the dishes to the dining room.