Rena tightly clutched the cup, fighting to suppress her swirling emotions.

She locked her gaze onto Waylen and offered a smile.

"Mr. Fowler, we have ended our relationship. I have received the compensation for the break-up and have already moved my belongings. Jazlyn should have inventoried your possessions. We are now even."

“I don't desire that BMW," she continued.

“And as for the new car you plan to buy, I have no need for it either."

Rena rose from her seat and swung open the wooden door.

Remaining composed, she spoke in a calm and polite manner.

“I have a class to teach shortly, Mr. Fowler. Please leave. From this moment onward... there is no necessity for us to cross paths again."

She was ushering him away.

Waylen's gaze delved into profound depths.

He observed Rena, yet failed to discern any trace of affection on her countenance.

Was this the same Rena who fearlessly nestled in his arms, eagerly kissed him, and implored for more?

Was she the Rena who blushed at his presence and became enraptured with the mere touch of his hand?

She had wholly retracted all her sentiments.

Waylen suddenly came to realize that he was the one who had been indulged.

Rena had moved on, while he remained unable to overcome his longing for her.

At that moment, Waylen suddenly thought of Harold. When Harold realized what he had missed, did he too experience the same feelings that now plagued Waylen?

*

Two days later, Waylen's path crossed with Harold's.

A fortuitous social gathering unfolded within the opulent confines of a private suite at the Mellowny Club.

Harold leisurely blew a smoke ring into the air, casting a sidelong glance at Waylen.

It was evident that Harold had been repressed for quite some time.