“There will be nothing between you and Harold."

Leaving her lost in thought, he then retreated to his study. She pondered his words, believing that his willingness to make an exception was primarily for Cecilia's sake. Only by consummating their relationship could Harold let go.

Rena felt a sense of relief wash over her.

Making her way to the kitchen, she discovered that Waylen's culinary space resembled a showroom. She wondered if he ever cooked there.

Opening the fridge, she found an assortment of ingredients: meat, eggs, and milk.

Using the ingredients, she proceeded to prepare two bowls of nice simple soup.

With one bowl in hand, she approached the man's study.

He was engrossed in a phone conversation but gestured for her to come inside.

Placing the bowl on his desk, she intended to leave quietly.

However, he grabbed hold of her wrist, gently pulling her to sit on his lap.

Balancing the call and playfully teasing Rena with his free hand,

Waylen's flirtatious demeanor overwhelmed her.

Leaning against his shoulder, she gently bit it to keep herself from moaning out loud, eliciting a lustful gaze from him.

Meanwhile, Hyatt mentioned Rena on the other end of the Line.

Waylen smiled and quipped, “She's here. Do you want to talk to her

Hyatt paused for a moment before joking, “If Tyrone finds out, he'll be shedding tears."

"He's not that fragile," Waylen replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

After concluding his call with Hyatt, he received several more documents related to Darren's case.

Once free, he relished the soup Rena had prepared before urging her to get some sleep.

Without the need for the guest room, she understood his intentions.

Stepping into the master bedroom, she lifted the thin quilt and carefully settled herself in bed. In the darkness, she waited with bated breath.

A nervous excitement coursed through her. She wondered when he would join her.