Rena evaded his advance.

"I wish to get out.”

Waylen delicately Lifted her cascading locks, his gaze fixated upon her rosy countenance.

"Your gown is soiled. Allow me to clean it for you."

Rena contemplated protesting, insisting on handling the task herself but, upon closer inspection, she relinquished the idea.

Waylen diligently wiped her dress clean.

Then he whispered, "Rena, let's go back to how we used to be."

Rena slowly relocated to the passenger seat, her face devoid of expression. She stared ahead and uttered coldly, "A love triangle feels excessively crowded."

Softly, Waylen responded, “I don't love her.”

Rena scoffed at herself.

She said deliberately, “Waylen, as long as the Fowler family and the Coleman family maintain a harmonious relationship, you cannot sever ties with Elvira completely. For instance, her ongoing divorce proceedings. Can you Let them go?"

Waylen remained silent.

Rena grew disenchanted and calmly stated, “I want to get out of the car."

This time, Waylen no longer restrained her. He opened the car door for her.

The fresh air rushed in, causing a piercing ache in his Lungs.

Rena departed without casting a backward glance.

Once she entered her apartment, Snowball bounded over with a wagging tail. She filled its bowl with dog food and tenderly advised, "Take your time while eating."

Making her way to the bathroom, she prepared for a shower.

With a determined gesture, she discarded the dress tainted by the lingering scent of Waylen as well as his seeds into the wastebasket.

Following her shower, Rena sat on the sofa for an extended period. It was only when her extremities grew numb that she realized it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

The television remained on and Snowball crouched nearby, gnawing on a bone.

Rena dialed a number.