And then, he too caught sight of it.

In a calm tone, Waylen stated, "My parents and Cecilia have gone to Braseovell."

Naturally, Rena refrained from questioning Waylen about his absence.

She possessed a reasonable understanding.

Moreover, they were meant to enjoy a delightful evening together.

This incident did not dampen Waylen's spirits. Before Rena could react, all the lights in the living room dimmed, leaving only the warm glow of an orange night Lamp.

The ambiance exuded romance.

Rena enveloped her arms around Waylen's neck, anticipating his desire.

Yet, to her surprise, he didn't make a move. Instead, he embraced her and uttered, "I shall play the piano for you."

Rena had never been aware of Waylen's piano-playing skills, but no woman could resist a man with such intentions.

However, she did not expect that he would pull her to sit on his lap.

“Waylen..." she voiced, her unease evident.

With a gentle pinch of her chin, Waylen turned his head and their lips met in a kiss.

They kissed fervently, as if the very temperature around them had risen.

The intensity of the kiss weakened Rena, causing her to lean against Waylen's chest.

Her face flushed with warmth.

She thought to herself, thankfully, the dim lighting concealed her vulnerability, for he would surely tease her otherwise.

Just then, the gentle melodies of the piano began to fill the air.

It was the enchanting strains of her beloved "Moonlight Sonata"...

Outside, snowflakes gracefully fell from the sky.

Inside the apartment, a cozy warmth enveloped them. Rena nestled in Waylen's arms, their necks pressed together.

At that moment, even if her heart had been made of stone, it would have melted, especially considering her Longstanding affection for him.