Waylen took off his overcoat and rolled up his sleeves. He sat at the small table and slurped up the noodles, yet he still managed to Look charming.

Rena reached for the newspaper and read it.

But none of the words on the paper could hold Rena's interest, for her gaze landed on a few needle holes on Waylen's arm that made his skin all black and blue.

Seeing these, a Lump formed in Rena's throat.

She stretched out her hand and stroked the bruise gently.

"You've had your blood drawn many times."

Waylen followed her gaze and nodded idly.

Elvira made such a huge fuss. Both the Colemans and the Fowlers had been suffering a lot these days, and Waylen was getting the shortest end of the stick. Just as Harold told her, the hospital lacked Rh-negative blood. So as long as Elvira slit her wrist, Waylen had to go to the hospital to donate his blood to her.

Rena didn't say anything more, but gently stroked his arm.

Her heart ached for him.

In her eyes, Elvira didn't love Waylen. And even if Elvira did love him, her Love was extremely distorted and selfish.

But no matter how wronged she felt, Rena couldn't talk about it.

Worse yet, she couldn't tell whether Waylen still had feelings for Elvira or not.

When he was done eating the noodles, Waylen habitually took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but Rena plucked the cigarette out of his hand.

“You shouldn't smoke too much," she scolded him in a soft voice.

Startled, he looked up at her with quizzical eyes.

Rena ignored his gaze and was about to clear up the table when the man suddenly grabbed her by the arm.

“You can clean up tomorrow.”

Then Waylen scooped her up into his arms and carried her straight to the bedroom. Obviously, he wanted to be intimate with her.

“No." Rena refused him while wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself.

Waylen stopped and looked down at her in confusion.

“What's wrong?”