Waylen watched her intently.

Rena knitted her brows and chuckled.

"Why are you looking at me like that?”

Waylen reached out and caressed her face. He said in a low, hoarse voice, "We made love so many times last night. When are you going to marry me?”

Rena knew all too well how shameless Waylen was.

She blushed and blurted out, "You bastard.”

Waylen pulled her into his lap and smiled.

"Did | say anything wrong? Who made me stay in the bathroom this morning and refused to let me leave?"

Rena didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She pushed him away and was about to go back to the sofa and begin sorting out the documents. At that moment, Waylen's phone rang.

It was Korbyn calling.

His words were brief and strained.

"Lyndon just passed away."

Korbyn's intention was very simple. Lyndon was Rena's biological father after all. It would be better if she heard the news of his passing from Waylen.

Waylen also knew that.

He hung up the phone and pulled Rena back into his arms.

He rested his chin on her head and whispered, "Lyndon's gone, Rena."

Rena was stunned.

She didn't say anything in response. She just quietly leaned on Waylen's shoulder.

Waylen knew that she was deeply saddened by the news. No matter what, Lyndon had been with Reina for a significant period of time, and he was Rena’s father.

Waylen said in a low voice, "I'll come with you if you want to go pay your respects."

After a long while, Rena shook her head and replied, "I'm not going to the funeral.”