However, Waylen seized Rena's arm and pleaded, "Rena, let's talk."

Rena regarded him calmly, her emotions now devoid of the once potent allure he held. It became evident that there existed a vast difference between Loving and no longer loving someone.

In a composed and courteous manner, Rena responded, "Let's discuss this in a couple of days. I am not in the right frame of mind to address it now."

Waylen's face paled, betraying his distress.

He parted his lips, uttering, “Allow me to drive you and Eloise back then."

Rena cast her gaze downward and said softly, “No, thank you. The car is ready. Mr. Fowler, you may return now."

Waylen discerned her unspoken intent.

He understood the depth of Rena's character. Perhaps she had resolved to sever their relationship. Over the past two days, he had contemplated whether it would be better to end it. Yet, in the lonely hours of the night, when he rested his head upon the pillow, he found himself Longing for Rena's presence.

He yearned for the bygone days when they lived together.

He had no desire to part ways, nor bring an end to their relationship.

Rena and Eloise returned to their home, a Lingering absence filling the once vibrant space, casting a veil of solitude.

The two of them dined in silence, the weight of their emotions pervading the air.

Following the meal, Eloise summoned Rena and presented her with a property deed.

Rena's eyes widened in surprise.

“Eloise?”

With a gentle touch to Rena's head, Eloise whispered, “Rena, I wish to reside in that modest house on the outskirts I have. This property holds considerable value. You can sell it if you ever need financial support. I possess limited abilities but, at the very least, I won't be a burden to you."

Rena's heart sank with sorrow.

She embraced Eloise tightly, tears streaming down her face.

“Why must you leave? I want you to stay."

Eloise contemplated her response but chose to remain silent.

Earlier at the cemetery, Eloise had surmised that Lyndon might be Rena's biological father.

If Rena went to Lyndon, perhaps her life would be much easier in the future.