“What's wicked about me?"

“Rena had a relationship with Harold, and you didn't tell me. You even date her and want to marry her."

Waylen reclined against the headboard, gently caressing his sister's head, as a mischievous smile adorned his face

“They did have a relationship, but it doesn't count. Rena's first man was me."

Cecilia remained skeptical.

"So, you meant to say that they weren't in a real relationship because they didn't have sex?"

Waylen adopted an “of course" expression, emphasizing, “A shared meal doesn't equate to a relationship. By that logic, is Dad in a relationship with the servants he dines with?"

Cecilia was left speechless, unable to counter his argument.

Waylen gently caressed Cecilia's head, his voice filled with concern as he inquired, "Now, please tell me. Do you still desire to be in

Harold's company?"

Cecilia's countenance turned pallid, and she shook her head in response, silently conveying her answer.

Her longing for Harold had dissipated entirely, evaporating Like a fleeting wisp of smoke.

The reason for her change of heart was Harold's infidelity, which had transpired even before their nuptials, leaving Cecilia with no desire to pursue a relationship with him any Longer.

Waylen's demeanor toward Cecilia was devoid of sarcasm, his actions embracing her gently, reminiscent of their childhood days.

In the span of a protracted moment, he Lowered his head and whispered,

“Come to my abode on another occasion. I shall request Rena to fry some succulent chicken drumsticks for you. They are your favorite, aren't they?"

Cecilia disengaged herself from his embrace, observing him with a gaze akin to that of a caring nurse attending to a patient.

After a prolonged pause, she sniffled softly and said slowly, “Dad is greatly incensed. I fear he will not endorse your relationship with

Rena any longer. Moreover, Rena seems unforgiving and disinterested in marrying you. Waylen... are we destined to remain single companions?"

*

Within the confines of the Fowlers’ study, Korbyn seethed with anger, unable to fathom the situation that had unfolded before him.

What the hell was going on?