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.