“Waylen, I trust you will honor your promise.”

With profound intensity in his gaze, he reached for his phone and dialed, ensuring the cessation of all suppression against Typhoon Technology.

It was all over

As he watched her, Waylen longed to reach out to her, but her body stiffened instantaneously. He retracted his hand and managed a forced smile.

"I won't intrude upon you. Rena, can you cook something for me?"

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Rena remained unresponsive.

Unable to resist, Waylen embraced her from behind. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered, "Please cook me something. It's been far too long since I've had a satisfying meal. Without you, sleep even eludes me."

His thoughts were always... consumed by her.

Rena pushed him away.

Standing in the shadow cast by the window, she whispered softly,

“Waylen, you never gave me a chance when I desired a relationship. Now,

I no longer wish to be with you. And... I assure you I won't see Tyrone but that doesn't change anything. I can't stay by your side any longer.

If you ever resort to coercion again, I will inflict harm upon you.”

Slowly turning her head, she continued, “Mr. Fowler, you too have your own privacy. I believe a public figure like yourself pays great attention to that. After all, a single misstep could tarnish your flawless image, wouldn't it?"

Waylen remained unfazed.

Having been together with Rena for a substantial period, it was natural for her to possess certain knowledge of his little secrets.

Of course, the dissemination of such information wouldn't be a significant concern.

In the face of her seething anger however, he was now willing to yield just a Little.

“I'm leaving... Remember to eat," he said with utmost tenderness, as if the threats of the night had never passed his lips.

Before departing, Waylen gently caressed her back

Rena stiffened and recoiled from his touch.