BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 111-120
In subsequent times, Harold had severed ties with Rena in pursuit of Cecilia, yet he inexplicably refrained from deleting this very
photo. The reasons behind his decision eluded him, shrouded in an enigmatic haze.
To be candid, Harold believed he didn’t harbor deep affection for Rena, his sentiments towards her remaining lukewarm at best.
His treatment of Rena in days gone by left much to be desired, an unfortunate truth he readily acknowledged.
Gazing at the photograph, his eyes entranced by its timeless capture, Harold’s focus-remained unwavering, until an abrupt knock
on the door shattered the tranquility of the moment. The voice of Krista, his mother, echoed from outside the door, carrying a
sense of urgency. “Harold, I have something of great importance to discuss with you.”
He replied, swiftly stowing his phone away, as he composed himself for the impending interaction, I
With a gentle push, Krista unlocked the door, her eyes beholding the sight of her son’s weary countenance. Pity swelled within
her, yet she mustered the strength to fulfill her duty.
“Harold, it is crucial to remember that you and Rena have severed ties. Your commitment lies with Cecilia now. You mustn’t falter
in your dedication!
Furthermore, Rena has moved on, moving in with another man. Her reputation will inevitably suffer irreversible damage. How
can we possibly embrace such a woman as our daughter-in-law?”
Krista’s words were delivered with an edge of severity, cutting through the air like a sharp blade,
Harold’s brow furrowed, his voice laced with a chill as he retorted, “She herself has chosen not to be with me.”
Determined, he reached for his coat, fully intent on departing.
Unyielding in her concern, Krista trailed behind him, her voice laden with curiosity. “Where are you heading, Harold?”
“Return to the office,” the command echoed, urging Harold to reenter the familiar realm of his professional endeavors.
Seated within the confines of his sleek sports car, Harold refrained from igniting the engine immediately.
Instead, he closed his eyes, allowing his mother’s words to permeate his thoughts. One particular phrase, “Moving in with
another man,” resonated deeply within him, unsettling his very being.
Pondering upon the notion that had he not pushed Rena to such extents in the past, she might never have crossed paths with
Waylen, let alone embark on a shared existence with him.
Rena made her way back to the apartment just shy of five o’clock, her arrival preceding Waylen’s anticipated return at seven.
Urgently, Rena busied herself with the preparation of dinner.
A lover of cleanliness, Rena indulged in a swift shower after successfully crafting the evening meal.
With a radiant demeanor, she carefully arranged the newly acquired garments she had purchased earlier that day into Waylen’s
wardrobe. Surprisingly, the dresses mingled harmoniously with his suits, evoking a pleasing visual symphony.
Eventually, Rena retrieved the items she had specifically chosen for Waylen: a pair of shirts and a meticulously crafted belt.
Originating from esteemed international brands, these offerings carried a weighty price tag.
As Rena envisioned the enchanting sight of Waylen adorned in these gifts, a blush crept upon her cheeks, warmth suffusing her
entire being.
In this idyllic moment, her phone abruptly rang, signaling an incoming call from Waylen.
Aware of Waylen’s less than amiable temperament, Rena found solace in the fact that since he had declared their relationship,
he would extend kindness toward her.
“I’ve taken on a demanding case, and I’l] be working late in the upcoming days,”Waylen shared, his voice laced with a hint of
weariness.
Yearning for his presence, Rena inquired, “Won’t you return for dinner?”
“No, I won’t,” Waylen responded curtly. On the verge of hanging up, he added, “I may only return to change my clothes during
the next few days.”
A sudden wave of guilt washed over Rena as she reflected on her extravagant spending earlier that day.
Engulfed in a whirlwind of busyness, Waylen abruptly terminated the call, leaving Rena to absorb the fleeting connection. gan
Resignedly, Rena stowed away her phone, her gaze fixated upon the hanging shirt, a poignant stillness enveloping her. The
initial elation she had experienced had dissipated, replaced by a somber atmosphere.
Dinner unfolded in solitude, Rena’s solitary presence filling the space.
As she lay upon the bed, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over her. Typically, Waylen would cradle her in his arms, engaging in
tender interactions that now seemed distant.
A sudden surge of crimson stained Rena’s cheeks, her yearning for Waylen’s embrace unanticipated and perplexing.
Summoning her willpower, Rena endeavored to succumb to slumber, yet her rest was fragmented, disrupted by numerous
awakenings throughout the night. Waylen remained absent, his return indefinitely postponed. Instead it was Claribel who graced
her presence in the morning.
“Mr. Fowler is perpetually engrossed in his responsibilities. Miss Gordon, refrain from harboring excessive concerns,” Claribel
offered in a consoling tone.
Rena nodded, acknowledging Claribel’s words, her worries momentarily assuaged.
Given Waylen’s absence the previous night, Rena found herself unable to find solace within the confines of their shared abode.
After careful contemplation, she implored Claribel to prepare an ample breakfast, fueled by her desire to deliver it to Waylen.
Claribel’s face lit up with delight as she witnessed the thriving bond between Rena and Waylen. Seizing the opportunity, she
prepared an elaborate breakfast to further contribute to their happiness.
Rena retreated to her room, intending to collect Waylen’s garments and deliver them to the law office along with the breakfast.
All of a sudden, a blush crept up her cheeks as an inexplicable embarrassment washed over her while she contemplated taking
the clothes she had recently purchased for him.
Instead, she selected a set of his usual attire, carefully packing them into a bag.
Hailing a taxi, she headed towards the Sterling Law Firm.
Reluctant to disturb Waylen, Rena called Jazlyn upon her arrival, explaining her purpose for visiting.
Jazlyn, already present in Waylen’s office, discreetly covered her phone and informed her boss, “Miss Gordon has arrived. She
brought breakfast and a set of clothes for you. She mentioned leaving them at the front desk for convenience.”
Waylen, engrossed in perusing a document, raised his head upon hearing Jazlyn’s statement.
He fixed his gaze on her for a moment before calmly instructing, “Please fetch them.”
Jazlyn blushed under his penetrating gaze, momentarily swayed by his charm.
If her circumstances were different, she might have found herself attracted to him.
Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t acknowledged Rena’s presence.
Waylen’ continued reading the document, seemingly aware of Jazlyn’s thoughts. He said in a nonchalant tone, “I see her every
day. There’s no need to be overly attached.”
Silently acknowledging his words, Jazlyn proceeded downstairs promptly.
Just before Rena departed, Jazlyn received the breakfast and clothes, even extending an invitation for Rena to join her upstairs.
Rena graciously declined, stating, “No, thank you. I have to visit the hospital later.”
Engaged in light conversation for a few moments, Rena bid Jazlyn farewell and departed.
After that, Jazlyn ascended the stairs with the breakfast and clothes, presenting them to Waylen. Having toiled through the night,
his hunger had awakened. He quickly showered and changed his clothes in the lounge.
Emerging from the shower, he felt rejuvenated and full of energy.
Watching him sigh as if he was ready to conquer the day once again, Jazlyn unconsciously grazed the tips of her fingers under
her eyes, feeling the dark circles that covered them. She thought that Waylen had a lot of physical strength,
After finishing his breakfast, Waylen sent a message to Rena, surprising her.
“Didn’t you buy shirts for me yesterday? Why didn’t you send them instead?”
Rena hadn’t anticipated his message, and the contact from him made her blush with shyness. Without hesitation, she replied, “I
didn’t buy shirts for you Mr. Fowler.”
The man held his phone, a smile forming on his lips. He appreciated her modesty.
She, on the other hand, waited eagerly for a response, but none came.
She didn’t dwell on it, assuming he was preoccupied.
Just as she was about to call a taxi, her phone rang. It was Vera. a
Vera, known for her directness, immediately-delved into the matter. “Rena you won’t believe what Aline has done this time! She’s
so wicked!”
Intrigued, Rena inquired, “What has she done this time?”
Vera sneered. “I heard that Harold broke up with her. Instead of seeking revenge on him, she decided to target you! Aline has
aim is to ensure you’re ruined.”
Rena couldn’t fathom the depth of Aline’s animosity towards her.
How come that woman hated her so much?
Silence hung in the air as Vera expressed her concern, asking, “Has Waylen agreed to help you?”
Rena chose not to hide the truth and replied softly, “He mentioned attending the school reunion with me the night before
yesterday, but he’s been incredibly busy now since he took a new case. I’m afraid he won’t have the time to accompany me.”
Vera found herself torn between laughter and frustration.
With a smile, she scolded, “You’re being naive! No matter how busy he is, he can always spare a few hours if he wants to. Let
me enlighten you: if you want a man to help you, you must first make him happy and comfortable.”
Make him comfortable?
A blush crept up her cheeks. She was too embarrassed to admit that she had not experience with intimacy, nor had anything
actually happened between her and Waylen yet.
With a sly smile on her lips, Vera teased, “You must let Waylen attend it with you”
Rena’s cheeks flushed as she contemplated her intimate relationship with
Waylen.
Despite being together for some time, she still felt a hint of nervousness whenever they were intimate.
Furthermore, he now had a busy schedule.
She couldn’t simply go to his law firm for a rendezvous, could she?
The mere thought of it made her blush with embarrassment.
Waylen had been occupied for the next three days and hadn’t returned to their apartment.
Of course, she didn’t want to intrude on his responsibilities.
Instead, she focused on sending him breakfast and a set of fresh clothes each day, silently tending to his needs. Yet, he hadn’t
mentioned anything about it.
On Wednesday, Rena spent the entire day with Darren.
In the evening, she planned to prepare some delicious dumplings and deliver them to him the following day.
As she busied herself in the kitchen, her phone rang.
Waylen’s voice, hoarse from fatigue, sounded through the receiver, “I’ll be back later!”
Taken aback by his call, she blinked a few times. He would be returning home tonight?
She stood there in a daze, lost in her thoughts.
Then, Waylen’s soft voice broke the silence. “You don’t want me to?”
Her face reddened as she stammered, “Of course, I do! I’ i start preparing the dinner. What do you want to eat?”
Without responding to her question, he asked, “Did you miss me?”
She was caught off guard by his flirtatious tone over the phone. She could imagine him sitting in his office, wearing a formal suit,
while saying such things to her.
Her face grew even redder as she whispered, “Yes.”
The man on the other end of the line remained silent, a gentle smile playing on his lips. At the same time, Rena’s face flushed
deeper.
Lost in her thoughts, she absentmindedly continued cooking.
Her mind was troubled with how she would be able to bring up the school reunion. She sincerely hoped that she didn’t need to
seduce him to get what she wanted.
Just as she finished preparing dinner, Waylen walked through the door.
Having been occupied for days, he appeared slightly weary, yet still undeniably handsome. Rena was placing the plates on the
table when he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. His voice was low and intimate,”What time is the
school reunion on Saturday night? Where is it being held?”
She never expected him to remember and take the initiative to bring it up.
Rena was moved.
Even if marriage was off the table, he made her feel loved.
Gently holding his hand, she turned her face to kiss him.
They hadn’t seen each other in days, and their desire had built up.
Their kisses started off tender, but soon became more passionate.
Rena was eager and responsive, actively participating in their intimate embrace.
Waylen pressed his lips against hers and teased, “You missed me that much?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her expression filled with affection.
Taking the lead, she kissed him and replied, “I haven’t received the invitation yet, but it should be at 7 o’clock in the evening. I’ll
let you know a Address once I have it.”
Concerned, she added softly, “Will attending the party with mé affect your work?”
Waylen smiled, deliberately freeing himself from her grasp.
He playfully said, “If you don’t want me to go, I won’t.”
Rena held onto his arm tightly, her face beet red.
Waylen gently caressed her cheek and chuckled, “Are you so eager for intimacy with me? At least let me have a bite first. I might
not have the energy for intimacy at the moment.”
With that, she didn’t dare to push further.
Thoughtfully, she served him a his dinner, along with two dumplings on plate, “Claribel mentioned that you enjoy this. I intended
to bring se to you tomorrow morning.”
Waylen typically had his lunches and dinners at restaurants or just his office.
Having someone caring and considerate enough to cook for him made him feel cherished.
Aside from that he already had attraction to Rena.
Although he just recently took a tough case, he was in a good mood since he had found a way to handle it.
Leaning against the living room sofa after dinner, he casually skimmed through some documents. I
After staying in the bathroom for quite a while, Rena finally gathered the courage to come out. She appeared in front of him, clad
in a champagne colored night dress which was made of silk, perfectly accentuating her curves.
Waylen gazed at her.
His deep eyes were filled with affection.
This made Rena blush, unable to resist sitting on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered softly, “Waylen, I
just took a shower.”
He remained silent, holding her tightly under his arms.
Without wasting any second, he initiated a passionate kiss.
Rena’s legs grew weak, yet she fervently responded to his feelings.
She had actually expected an evening of intimacy.
But after their prolonged make-out session, Waylen rested his head on her shoulder, his breath slightly labored.
“I’m too tired! Can we postpone our physical connection for a few days, my love?”
A tremor of disappointment coursed through Rena.
Never before had she felt such an intense yearning for intimacy, and just as the moment reached its pinnacle, he abruptly halted.
What about her?
Waylen, displaying his maturity, chuckled softly before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her towards the bedroom.
Behind the closed door, he found another way to please Rena.
As morning dawned, Rena stirred awake, greeted by the sight of Waylen expertly knotting his tie by the bedside. o
Seeing her awake, he leaned down and bestowed a tender morning kiss upon her lips.
Blushing, she realized she hadn’t even brushed her teeth yet.
With gentleness in his voice, Waylen said, “I have a meeting later. You can catch a few more minutes of sleep. Oh, and by the
way, Claribel took the day off today.”
Intent on getting up and preparing breakfast for him, Rena made a move, but Waylen held her back, gently shaking his head.
“I’ll have Jazlyn bring me breakfast today.”
Rena nodded, understanding his consideration.
The making out from the previous night had left therm both yearning for further closeness Their passionate kisses had ignited a
fire within, a desire for more intimate connection.
It was a rich coffee hue that complemented his features.
His gray suit pants and wine-red tie added a touch of sophistication
Admiring his image, she thought it enhanced his already handsome and distinguished appearance.
Any woman would be enchanted by such an alluring figure. Lost in her thoughts, Rena’s fingertips caressed the fabric of his
shirt.
He stole a glance at his watch, bestowed one final kiss upon her before departing.
After he left, she contemplated stealing a few more minutes of slumber. The previous night had stretched on, filled with unfulfilled
longing.
Though they hadn’t consummated their desires, the intensity of their intimate moments left her blushing, her heart racing.
She couldn’t help but wonder what was holding him back. It was evident that Waylen yearned to explore their physical
connection.
Later that afternoon, Vera arranged to meet Rena at a charming cafe.
Taking a seat, Rena was handed an elegantly designed invitation. “Saturday night, the banquet hall on the second floor of the
Cloude Hotel.”
Examining the invitation with care, Rena’s eyes shimmered with anticipation.
Vera cleared her throat before inquiring, “Did Mr. Fowler agree? Once you successfully seduce him, he will be willing to do
anything for you.”
Rena’s mind couldn’t help but wander back to their passionate encounters of the night before.
Although they hadn’t yet crossed the threshold of physical intimacy, she could sense Waylen’s prowess in the art of seduction.
A rosy blush crept across her cheeks as she conservatively replied, “He will accompany me.”
A wave of relief washed over Vera’s face.
Playfully nudging Rena, she added, “See? I told you, as long as you make him , comfortable, he’ll be more than willing to assist
you.”
Rena nearly choked on her coffee at Vera’s words.
Patting her back, Vera chuckled. “You should know that Harold initially had no intention of attending. But when he discovered that
you would be there, he had a change of heart and added a hefty sum for the catering.”
Lowering her gaze, Rena smiled faintly. “He didn’t have to do that.”
Observing Rena closely, Vera grinned. “You’re remarkably composed when it comes to Harold now. It seems you’ve grown
indifferent towards him. It’s evident that your heart now belongs to Mr. Fowler.”
Rena shook her head gently, dispelling Vera’s assumptions. “I’m just living in the moment with Waylen. Marriage is not
something we’re considering.”
Before Vera could offer further reassurance, a group of fashionable women emerged from the opposite elevator, catching their
attention.
Gritting her teeth, Vera muttered under her breath, “What a small world!”
Rena’s head snapped up upon hearing Vera’s words.
Her eyes locked with Aline, who was engrossed in a conversation with several affluent ladies.
These women happened to be the parents of Rena’s former piano students, who had turned their backs on her after her
reputation was tarnished.
Aline had cunningly taken over as their new teacher. – Be
Forced smiles adorned the rich ladies’ faces, but they remained tight-lipped.
The atmosphere was laced with tension.
Maintaining her composure, Rena politely greeted them.
Since Harold had just dumped Aline, the woman harbored the most resentment towards Rena. This unexpected encounter was
the perfect opportunity for her to humiliate Rena, especially with the presence of the students’ parents.
Aline sauntered over, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“Well, well, Rena. What a surprise to see you here! It seems you’re enjoying a comfortable life after resigning. The coffee here is
quite expensive, something you can’t afford as easily anymore. After all, your family encountered financial difficulties, so you
can’t spend money frivolously like before.”
Rena offered a faint smile, refusing to be provoked. rd
Aline deliberately raised her voice. “Are the rumors on the school forum true?
Did you engage in a relationship with some old rich guy out of vanity?”
A series of collective gasps were heard from the rich ladies behind her.
The ladies’ gazes shifted towards Rena, finally recognizing her innate beauty.
They recalled how Rena used to visit their homes to tutor their children for free—perhaps it was all a ploy to seduce their
husbands.
This revelation further tainted their already negative impression of Rena.
Rather than engaging in a heated argument, Rena maintained her composure.
” smiled calmly and responded, “Indeed, I have a boyfriend.”
Aline was taken aback.
She ‘hadn’t expected Rena to admit it so openly. It ‘appeared that Rena had indeed found a wealthy older man and secured
financial stability for the rest of her life.
A smug smile spread across Aline’s face as she turned to the ladies and remarked, ‘Everyone has their own aspirations!”
The rich ladies, swayed by Aline’s charm, began praising her and expressing their trust in her ability to teach their children.
“I feel reassured to let Miss Hanson teach my child.”
“The most important thing about a person is their moral integrity.
“It’s obvious that Miss Hanson is a decent person.”
They remarked on her moral character and deemed her a suitable teacher.
Aline reveled in their flattery, relishing the victory of snatching away Rena’s students.
Drawing closer to Rena, Aline whispered in a low voice, “If I were you, I wouldn’t even attend the school reunion. Don’t
embarrass yourself.”
Rena’s gaze lowered, a tinge of sadness evident in her voice.
As a piano major, Rena was well acquainted with Lyndon’s artistry and held him in the highest regard.
Her teacher had even noted a resemblance in their playing styles.
Her heart swelled with delight.
Lyndon seemed like an unattainable dream.
The mention of his name and his return to the spotlight reignited her passion for the piano.
She yearned to sit before the keys once again, creating melodies that would touch people’s souls.
Waylen’s suggestion of studying abroad after their current endeavors seemed more appealing now.
Lost in her thoughts, Rena appeared absent-minded to Vera, who leaned closer and asked, “What’s on your mind?”
A serene smile graced Rena’s lips as she replied, “Oh, it’s nothing.”
Vera’s attention returned to the screen, and suddenly she noticed something intriguing. She nudged Rena playfully and
remarked, “Have you noticed that Lyndon is ambidextrous, just like you? It’s so rare!”
Curiosity piqued, Rena examined the footage closely.
Sure enough, Lyndon’s hands effortlessly danced across the piano keys with equal dexterity and grace.
An unconstrained smile formed on her face as she mused, “Perhaps our shared passion for the piano plays a role.”
Vera nudged her again, dismissing the significance. “Come on, Rena! It’s just a coincidence. Playing the piano has nothing to do
with it.”
Rena nodded, but her gaze remained fixated on the elegant figure of Lyndon gracing the screen.
Vera couldn’t resist one last teasing remark, “IfI didn’t know any better, Rena,
I’d think you’ve fallen in love with Lyndon, forgetting all about Mr. Fowler.”
Rena’s patience waned, but Vera changed the subject, urging her to focus on the upcoming school reunion and outshine Aline.
Her friend put her palms together and exclaimed, “You should think about what to wear to the school reunion! You can’t be
defeated by Aline.” ~
Rena had no interest in competing with someone like Aline, but she couldn’t let Waylen down as he would be attending with her.
Determined, she bought a pair of exquisite high-heeled shoes and pampered herself with a professional hairstyling session.
After the intense make over, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips as she observe the beautiful reflection on the mirror.
After,she got home, she dialed Waylen’s number, eagerly anticipating his response.
“Will you be back tonight?”
After what felt like an eternity, Waylen answered, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Do you already miss the comfort from
last night, my dear Rena?”