Claribel's face lit up with delight upon hearing Rena's arrival.

“Good day, Miss Gordon," greeted Claribel.

Rena couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment.

However, Waylen appeared unperturbed. He retrieved a small gift from his pocket and presented it to Claribel.

“It's from Miss Gordon," he stated.

Rena surmised that the gift was undoubtedly of considerable value.

Claribel's grin stretched from ear to ear as she showered Rena with words of gratitude.

Engaging in polite conversation with them for a while, Claribel bid farewell as she went off duty for the day.

Inside the opulent dining room.

The table was adorned with an array of delectable dishes.

By the time Rena had put away her coat, Waylen had already poured two glasses of wine.

A smile graced his handsome countenance as he said, “This time, please refrain from pouring wine on my pants or anywhere else... Otherwise, wherever the stain is, you need to..."

Rena glared at him before he could finish his sentence.

“Alright, let's have dinner," Waylen responded, his gaze filled with intensity.

He made it clear that he was serious in his pursuit of her. And so, they dined with proper decorum.

Rena couldn't help but feel a sense of being valued.

This natural sensation of appreciation was pleasant, yet she still harbored a desire to inquire about Elvira's wedding. However, if Waylen didn't mention it, she couldn't bring herself to ask.

Yet, later on, she noticed a newspaper in the trash can.

The headline featured Elvira's wedding photograph.

Staring at the image, Rena entered a state of dazed contemplation.

Elvira had indeed gotten married.

Just as Rena's mind wandered, she felt the embrace of Waylen from behind. He pressed his lips tenderly against the nape of her neck, whispering, "What are you looking at?"