BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 61-70
If Waylen had changed his mind, Rena would only feel more disheartened.
Nodding in response to the suggestion, Rena left.
Then, she started on contemplating on whether she should call the man or not. After all, she had turned him down just the night
before. Would he be willing to help her if she reached out now?
She let out another sigh, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she stared at the screen of her phone.
For her father’s sake, she must Summon the courage to make the call. To her dismay, his phone was switched off.
Rena felt a surge of despair. She had no idea what she should do right now.
Her brows suddenly furrowed as something came to her. Where was Eloise?
Rena assumed she had gone to the restroom, but she found no sign of her there.
Unease gnawed at her as she started to hastily dial Eloise’s number.
Unfortunately, there was no response either.
A sudden thought struck
Rena, her eyes suddenly widening in fear as she sprinted towards the elevator, relentlessly pressing the button. Trembling, she
stood inside the elevator and impatiently tapped her foot.
She closed her eyes, silently hoping that her suspicions weren’t true. As the elevator lifted her up, she continued praying
fervently that Eloise hadn’t acted impulsively.
But Rena was too late. Upon reaching the CEO’s office of the Moore Group, chaos unfolded before her Harold leaned against
the desk, clutching his abdomen with blood oozing through his fingers.
The sight was horrifying.
Eloise gripped a fruit knife tightly, her words unintelligible to Rena.
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With a trembling voice, Rena walked forward in slow, careful steps. She called out, “Eloise!”
Eloise muttered, “If I kill Harold, he won’t be able to hurt Darren and you anymore. Rena, ve warned you countless times that
he’s not suitable for you.”
Rena wept, stepping forward to embrace Eloise gently.
“Eloise, don’t be afraid I’m here!”
Harold covered his wound, blood staining his hand.
The secretary attempted to offer basic aid, but he pushed her away and confronted Rena with gritted teeth. “Can’t you see I’m
bleeding? Rena, you couldn’t care less whether I’m alive or dead, could you?”
Rena’s gaze turned hollow.
She looked at Harold, the man she once loved so deeply, and felt incredibly strange, as if she had never truly known him.
How could he be so heartless?
Eloise wouldn’t even harm a chicken, let alone wield a knife. Harold must have provoked her and manipulated the situation.
“Harold, please let me go,” Rena pleaded, interrupting his impending words.
But before he could respond, Rena knelt down before him. Eloise snapped back to her senses, emitting a strange sound as if
she wanted to stop Rena.
However, Rena refused to rise.
Tears filled her eyes, yet determination gleamed within them. In a trembling voice, she spoke, “Mr. Moore, I was young and
naive. I shouldn’t have been involved with you. It was my mistake. I implore you, for the kindness I once showed you, please
release my father and Eloise. Let them go! Please!”
Witnessing Rena’s profound humility, Eloise burst into tears. Snapping out of it, she apologized to Rena and attempted to pull her
back up.
Rena was Darren’s cherished daughter.
Seeing the girl on her knees, begging Harold for mercy, the blood inside Eloise began to boil.
How could she kneel before this monster?
Rena remained motionless, her unwavering gaze fixed on Harold. After four years together, how could he not understand her?
Rena possessed a gentle temperament, but she could be stubborn at times. She had once loved him wholeheartedly, but now
she knelt before him to sever their ties.
Gritting his teeth, Harold asked angrily, “What if I refuse to let them go? What do you intend to do, Rena?”
Rena clenched her fists and replied, “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll expose your true nature to the Fowler family?”
“Just try it!’ Harold’s face contorted, a sneer crossing his lips. “And let’s see if Cecilia wil I forgive me, if your entire family will
escape unscathed, and if Waylen will come to your aid.”
The mention of Waylen further infuriated Harold.
His eyes suddenly blazed in anger as his chest heaved in and out. At that same moment, Rena finally understood the kind of
person Harold truly was. She looked at him as ifs he had just realized something.
While slightly wincing in pain, Harold approached Rena, forcibly lifting her and drawing her closer to him.
He caressed her face and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, “Come back to me! Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what I might do.
Perhaps Eloise will end up imprisoned on charges of assault, and as for Darren...”
He wasn’t even able to finish what he was saying when Rena’s hand struck his face with a resounding slap that echoed
throughout the room.
Trembling with anger, she exclaimed, “Harold, you wretched bastard!”
He grabbed her hand tightly, refusing to let go. The grip was so hard that she was sure that it would leave a mark later on.
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The man then pressed his face against hers, his voice icy as he murmured, “You didn’t realize it until now? You didn’t say any of
this when you had feelings for me back then! You didn’t see me as a wrenched bastard when you eagerly waited for me to kiss
you! Rena, back then, you claimed that I was the most handsome man in the world. Have you forgotten your words? Do you
need me to help you remember?”
Eloise struggled to rush over to Rena’s aid, but Harold soon let go of Rena and instructed the security guard to restrain Eloise.
His voice dripped with coldness as he commanded, “Call the police. Inform them that this woman deliberately attacked and
injured me.”
Rena reached for his hand, desperately trying to hold on.
Yet, Harold forcefully shook her off, licking the blood from his lips as he sneered, “Rena, you truly know how to make me angry.”
Not long after, the wailing sirens of approaching police cars grew louder and louder.
Upon realizing the unfortunate fate that awaited her, Rena’s face turned pale.
Harold was shameless and vile. He was a true bastard!
She closed her eyes briefly before reopening them, softly saying, “Please, don’t be angry. I’m apologizing to you on Eloise’s
behalf.”
Hearing this, the man sat on the sofa and extended his hand out to her.
Hands now stained with the man’s blood, she slowly raised it as well. As she reached back to him, she gently placed her palm on
his.
Eloise fought desperately against the security guards‘ grasp, her mind racing with the implications of Rena’s involvement with the
vile Harold.
“Rena, you can’t go with this bastard! How will I ever explain this to your father?”
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the room, growing louder with each passing second. The door swung open,
revealing several policemen who entered with an air of authority.
Eloise’s mind raced, and in a moment of desperation, she cried out, “I hurt Harold! Arrest me! Take me away! I am willing to face
the consequences of my actions, even to spend the rest of my life behind cold prison walls, but please, don’t harm Rena! Harold,
I’m begging you!”
Kneeling on the floor, Eloise clutched her head, overwhelmed by feelings of helplessness, remorse, and regret.
She hated herself for being powerless, for acting on impulse, and for allowing Harold’s manipulations to drag Rena down. The
scene that unfolded before them was completely unexpected. The policemen turned their attention to Harold and inquired, their
voices laced with curiosity, “Mr. Moore, what is going on here?”
Harold, aware of the gravity of the situation, gently took hold of Rena’s trembling hand and guided her to sit beside him.
Rena’s body quivered violently, and an ache of disappointment settled in Harold’s heart.
Had he become such an intimidating presence to her?
Since Rena had agreed to his request, he had to offer her some incentives. To mask his pain, he carefully covered his wounded.
abdomen with tissues and calmly explained, “Amidst the chaos, I might have inadvertently injured myself. However, our
company’s surveillance cameras, though currently out of order, will be repaired within the next two days. At that time, I will
provide you with the complete surveillance video.”
The policemen immediately regarded the situation as a tangled affair of emotions.
Their inquiries remained curt, and soon they departed, leaving behind an air of unease and tension.
Rena continued to tremble, aware that Eloise was temporarily safe, but also cognizant that Harold now possessed the
surveillance footage, a weapon he could use against Eloise at any moment.
Inside Harold’s office, an eerie silence settled, shrouding the room in a tense atmosphere.
Harold’s complexion turned pale, his pain now evident on his face. He turned his head towards his secretary and issued an
order, “Prepare the car.” Then, his gaze fixed on Rena as he gently grasped her chin, his voice filled with a mixture of
determination and longing, “Come to my villa tomorrow night, okay?”
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Rena’s eyes appeared vacant, devoid of the spark they once held.
Harold persisted, “Play the piano for me, Rena.”
Not a single word escaped Rena’s lips, but Harold remained undeterred. He was driven by a strong desire to keep her by his
side, to regain the control he once held over her. He firmly believed that in just a matter of days, Rena would return to her former
obedient self.
With his injuries weighing heavily on him, Harold departed accompanied by his secretary and assistants, leaving Rena to attend
to Eloise’s well—being, As soon as the man was gone, Rena had helped Eloise get back home.
Her soothing voice was later on finally able to break through the older woman’s state of shock. “Eloise, go and take a shower. I
will prepare something for us to eat.”
Eloise’s grip suddenly tightened on Rena’s arm, her expression resolute.
“Rena, I forbid you from going back to that bastard!”
Rena’s gaze dropped, concealing the complexities of her plan.
She knew that becoming Harold’s mistress was now her only option. There was nothing else she could do. It was her sole
means of protecting her father and keeping Eloise out of harm’s way.
She could not divulge her true intentions to Eloise, for her plan involved solving all their problems, securing their safety, and
ultimately severing all ties with Harold.
Because of the man’s insanity and obsession towards her, she was left with no other alternative.
In an attempt to pacify Eloise’s worry, Rena made up a story. She promised to visit Hyatt and consult with Vera, exploring any
possible avenues of help. Eloise, comforted by her repeated assurances, eased her grip slightly and looked as if she was
starting to trust her words.
In a private hospital in Duefron, Harold was sent to a ward after receiving treatment.
He changed into a loose hospital gown, with layers of gauze wrapped around his waist.
Even so, he continued discussing business with his assistant.
At the same time, Cecilia arrived.
Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at him in disbelief. “Harold, who did this to you?”
Not wanting to admit that he had indeed set up Eloise to hurt him, he immediately made up a story. Fortunately, Cecilia did not
show signs of suspicion and even felt sorry for him.
Staring at her eyes that were laced with genuine concern, Harold wasn’t able to help but think of Rena.
Rena used to love him with all her heart. However, she barely spared him a glance nowadays. Even though he had been
severely injured, she did not seemed to have been worried about him. What upset him the most was that she even did not bother
to shed a single tear for him.
Harold found himself overcome with a sense of melancholy.
Leaning against the headboard of the bed, he enjoyed the attention his lovely fiancée pampered him with as she dutifully fed him
with some food and water. Her actions defied the expectations of a spoiled young lady from a wealthy family.
Cecilia’s beauty captivated Harold, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful for her presence.
Instructing his men to leave, Harold drew closer to Cecilia, pressing his body against hers.
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Blushing, she traced her slender fingers along his chest, softly urging him, “Please, get up! Your waist is wounded.”
Harold’s eyes held a deep intensity, brimming with a mix of desire and aggression.
Feeling his intense gaze, she couldn’t help but tremble in response.
The atmosphere quickly turned intimate, and their passion consumed them. Hours passed as Harold’s fervor showed no sign of
abating, until they finally succumbed to exhaustion. Panting softly, Cecilia nestled in his arms, her demeanor shifting to that of a
shy and spoiled child. “What has gotten over you today?”
He replied lazily, “Nothing at all. I simply missed you.”
She then planted kisses on his face.
Leaning close to him, she whispered, “Waylen is coming back in. about two days. I want you to come and join us for dinner. He’s
got some projects that would suit you. Just make sure you behave well, okay?”
Harold nodded in agreement.
Cecilia knew he disliked excessive clinginess, so she spent only half a day with him before reluctantly bidding him farewell.
Sitting in the luxurious black limousine, she couldn’t resist reaching out to Waylen.
He had actually turned off his phone for an important meeting, but by chance, he turned it back on just as she called.
He answered it and asked, “Cecilia, what’s up?”
“Waylen, I need your help,” Cecilia softly implored, her slender finger tracing circles in the air.
Waylen loosened his tie and inquired, “What’s wrong? Has someone or something been bothering you?”
“Harold was injured! I asked him who did it, but he refused to tell me,” Cecilia confided, mentioning Harold’s name cautiously.
Upon hearing Harold’s name, Waylen remained silent since he really didn’t care.
Cecilia muttered to herself, “So much has happened today! You know what? I ran into Tyrone earlier. He mentioned that Rena’s
father committed suicide in the detention center. Rena is in such a pitiful state.”
The man froze, his voice barely a whisper as he asked, “What did you say?”
Without hesitation, Cecilia repeated, “I said that Tyrone’s girlfriend’s father committed suicide in the detention center. She is truly
pitiable.”
Waylen fell silent for a long while. Eventually, he informed Cecilia that he had urgent matters to attend to and that he had to go,
leaving Cecilia feeling anxious.
“But I haven’t told you why I called,” she said anxiously.
“We can discuss it next time,” was his curt response.
Attempting to contact Rena, he found her phone turned off.
He then dialed Hyatt directly, seeking information.
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Hyatt informed him of the situation and offered a knowing smile. “Waylen, this is the perfect opportunity for you to help her.”
Waylen’s smile held a tinge of bitterness. “Don’t tease me,” he muttered.
After ending the call, he immediately instructed his secretary Jazlyn to book a flight for that night. The secretary, surprised by the
sudden decision, argued, “But Mr. Fowler, don’t forget you have the trial tomorrow morning.”
Hearing this, his realization hit him like a jolt of lightning.
He had been working on this case for an entire month, and its outcome would be revealed on the trial the following day. He
couldn’t afford to leave right now.
After pondering for a moment, Waylen wrote a note for his secretary.
“Fly to Duefron tomorrow morning to find Miss Gordon. Here is her address and phone number. Ask her to call me!”
Having seen Rena before, Jazlyn smiled and commented, “Miss Gordon is truly beautiful!”
Waylen glanced at her briefly.
This caused Jazlyn to retreat, refraining from further comments.
As Jazlyn left, Waylen returned his attention to preparing for the court trial the next morning. However, he made intermittent calls
to Rena every hour or two, desperately trying to reach her.
In the early hours of the morning, he booked a flight to Duefron for the following afternoon.
Regrettably, Jazlyn’s flight encountered a delay due to mechanical issue.
She attempted to reach Waylen in the lounge but, unfortunately, his phone was powered off while he was undergoing the trial.
It wasn’t until the trial’s conclusion at noon that Waylen switched on his phone and finally and finally received Jazlyn’s message.
Contemplation filled his expression.
His client’s assistant then approached him respectfully and conveyed, “Mr. Fowler, Mr. Williams hopes you can join him for a
meal.”
Waylen stowed away his phone and responded with a smile, “Please express my gratitude to Mr. Williams. However, I find
myself entangled in an important matter in Duefron, leaving me no spare time for a meal with him.”
While engrossed in their conversation, Dudley approached.
Dudley Williams, an elegant entrepreneur in his early forties, reached out his hand to shake Waylen’s, expressing his
enthusiasm. “Waylen, your performance in court was outstanding. As you have pressing matters to attend to, I won’t insist on
your stay. Nevertheless, the next time you visit Heron, please do allow me the pleasure of treating you to dinner.
“Absolutely,” Waylen replied gracefully.
Dudley held Waylen in high regard and promptly instructed his driver to transport Waylen to the airport.
Given the considerable delay of Jazlyn’s flight, she opted to accompany Waylen back.
Before the plane departed, Waylen made another call to Rena.
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To his dismay, her phone remained powered off!
His brow furrowed, and he surmised that something must have transpired.
In Duefron.
Rena spent the entire day at home.
She provided unwavering support to Eloise, who was experiencing emotional turmoil.
In the evening, Rena prepared a meal. During the course of dinner, she said softly, “I am meeting someone later. Vera introduced
him to me. I believe he might be able to offer us assistance.”
Eloise was skeptical.
Rena tenderly held her hand and reassured, “Il assure you, I haven’t deceived you! I simply want to give it a try.”
Perhaps Rena’s deception was so artfully executed that Eloise found herself believing it.
Following their dinner, Rena retreated to her room and retrieved a large box, from which she extracted a photo album.
Carefully opening its pages, a photograph of her mother during her youth graced its surface.
Rena caressed it gently, a touch filled with longing.
Her mother had passed away when she was merely ten years old. A year later, her father married Eloise.
Rena could vividly recall the frequent quarrels between her father and Eloise during that time. On one occasion, Eloise wept
inconsolably and queried why her husband treated someone else’s child so well while refusing to let her bear their own child. It
was then that Rena discovered she was not Darren’s biological daughter.
Fearful of sudden abandonment, she would sometimes indulge in childish demands for a sibling whenever Darren and Eloise did
not quarrel.
However, Eloise had never conceived.
How could Rena bear the thought of Eloise enduring a decade or more behind bars?
A solitary tear cascaded onto the photograph, prompting Rena to hastily wipe it away, ever so gently.
Unbeknownst to Rena, Eloise observed this poignant scene from the doorway.
In the softest of voices, Eloise spoke up. “Weren’t you supposed to meet someone? Put on some appropriate attire before you
go out.”
Rena closed the photo album, returning it to its place.
She rose to her feet and changed her clothes. Just before departing, an overwhelming urge compelled Rena to embrace Eloise
tightly.
An unsettling feeling gripped Eloise.
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However, Rena offered a faint smile and assured her that the person Vera had sought help from was highly capable. Rena
added that Harold might even hold him in high regard, which persuaded Eloise not to impede her.
With a gentle closing of the door, Rena leaned against it, her gaze vacant and lost in thought for an extended period.
By this time, dusk had already settled upon the land.
After a prolonged contemplation of the sky above, Rena eventually turned around and boarded the bus.
Upon arriving at Harold’s grand villa, it was already eight o’clock in the evening. Harold, dressed in a formal suit, was seated on
the sofa, indulging in a drink. The soft glow from a crystal lamp illuminated his striking features.
In the past, Rena might have been captivated by his charm. However, her present sentiment was one of repulsion.
In a husky voice, Harold inquired, “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all day!”
Rena remained silent as Harold stared at her quietly.
He then set down his glass and stood up.
“Let’s eat,” he said.
“Harold, you don’t have to do this,” Rena coldly remarked.
Hearing her words, Harold chuckled.
He approached her, gently pinching her chin and whispering, “You’re right. After all, you hate me now, don’t you?”
Rena stood tall, refusing to show any vulnerability.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.
She met his gaze firmly and replied in a soft but determined voice, “Whether I love or hate you, it won’t change the outcome.”
“Then why not choose to love me? It would at least make things. easier for you.” Harold’s touch traced her face softly.
He had his share of other women and even a glamorous fiancée. But Rena was different. They had never been intimate during
their four years together, yet now he yearned for her desperately. His seductive voice tickled her ear as he proposed, “How about
we strike a deal? And then you with me tonight.”
Tears threatened to spill from Rena’s eyes, but she held herself together.
With a calm demeanor, she responded, “I have to go home tonight, And if you want me to be with you, you have to wait until my
father and Eloise safely leave Duefron.”
Stepping back, Harold assessed her from head to toe, a wry smile forming on his face.
“When did you become so sharp—tongued?” he remarked, surprised.
Unexpectedly, he found himself in a good mood and agreed, “Alright, t’s your call. Promise to be with me, and I will ensure
Darren and Eloise’s safe departure. I will also return all the Gordon family possessions to you.”
A hidden sigh of relief escaped Rena’s lips.
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Harold’s sudden embrace encircled her slender waist as he rested his chin on her delicate shoulder, pleading, “I’ll buy you a
beautiful villa in the suburbs. I’ll make time to be with you whenever I can, okay?”
Though Rena’s exterior seemed indifferent, her hostility had diminished.
He tried to win her over, whispering into her ear, “I want us to have a child, Rena. I want a daughter who is as sweet as you.”
Her disgust was evident, and she recoiled.
Vera’s words echoed in her mind: Harold was insane. How could he commit so many terrible deeds and still pretend to be
affectionate?
She despised him, and her body stiffened with resistance.
But Harold, blinded by his desires, paid little attention.
He sneered, confident that she would eventually yield to him.
No matter what, she had to listen to him. And he would definitely make her an obedient little puppy eventually.
Realizing it was time to part ways, Rena made her exit. Harold accompanied her to the villa gate before she left. Then, he placed
a set of keys in her trembling hand.
“I’ll drop the case tomorrow. Your father and stepmother will be safe,” He murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Rena, I
don’t want to wait too long. Please don’t disappoint me, alright?” Beneath the porch’s soft glow, Rena spoke up casually, hiding
her inner turmoil.
“Harold, when have I ever let you down?”
Her gaze met his, her eyes filled with no emotion.
They were devoid of the love and tenderness that once resided there, replaced only by resentment.
Unwilling to confront her eyes, Harold looked away and offered her a ride.
However, Rena refused.
“It’s raining. Don’t you want to give me a chance to be a proper gentleman for you?” he teased, hoping to salvage something.
With a small smile, Rena lowered her head and replied, “Harold, I’ve told you that you don’t have to do all this.” And with that,
she gently pushed him away and departed.
As Harold watched her fading figure, a nagging feeling gnawed at him.
No matter what he did to keep Rena by his side, he sensed that she would never love him again.
But he refused to dwell on disappointment for long.
He convinced himself that he merely craved conquering her, never truly loving her.
Rena stepped out of the villa.
The rain had been pouring heavily and soaking the ground beneath her feet.
The sharp stinging pain from her high heels rubbing against her feet made each step at orturous ordeal. She walked on and on,
oblivious to the growing ache, until her feet became raw and blood trickled down her heels.
She winced in pain yet did not say a word as she tried to withstand the pain.
As she tilted her head slightly, raindrops mingled with her tears, falling upon her face like icy reminders of the love she should
have felt for Harold.
She had loved him deeply before!
But now, that love had changed into a vehement hatred. Rena couldn’ bear the thought of spending a lifetime by Harold’s side.
Instead, she would rather face death together than endure such a fate.
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Her eyes filled with tears, she sank down slowly onto the wet ground, feeling the rain seep through her clothes.
In that vulnerable moment, a black umbrella shielded her from the downpour as a tall figure stood before her.
Feeling the lack of raindrops pouring down on her, she curiously raised her head and her eyes widened in surprise.
It was Waylen.
Dressed in a mature and handsome formal suit, he looked as if he had just left an important event. Waylen gazed at
Rena with a mix of concern and compassion.
She blinked a few times, her expression showing a mix of confusion and disbelief.
She couldn’t help but wonder why he always appeared during her most difficult moments. What’s more, he always offered solace
when she needed it most.
“Miss Gordon, I’ve been searching for you all night,” Waylen’s voice resonated, deep and hoarse, yet undeniably charming.
Rena looked up at him as he reached out his hand to her.
She didn’t move, and her whole body was stiff and unable to react.
“Poor girl.” Waylen sighed softly, his empathy evident.
Without hesitation, he bent down and lifted her into his arms, disregarding the fact that her wet clothes were dampening his own
attire.
The warmth radiating from Waylen’s body awakened Rena’s senses.
As her face drew closer to his, she felt an intimate connection that stirred an unfamiliar illusion within her.
An instinctive urge to resist surged within Rena, deeming the situation inappropriate.
But Waylen’s commanding voice broke through her thoughts.
“Dont move,” he uttered in a hoarse whisper, securing the umbrella handle in her trembling hand and intertwining their palms.
Rena’s gaze fixed on him, her eyes vacant, her slightly parted lips tempting.
Waylen lowered his head, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss under the rain’s unyielding assault.
Raindrops continued to pour angrily to the ground as the two got lost in their own little world. Initially hesitant,
Rena gradually relinquished her resistance, overwhelmed by the man’s dominating presence.
As their connection intensified, the black umbrella slipped from their grasp, carried away by the wind.
She found herself instinctively wrapping her arms around Waylen’s neck, their bodies melding in an embrace fueled by desire.
Blushing and with her heart racing, words became superfluous in that moment.
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Harold’s significance faded into oblivion. Nothing mattered except the connection she shared with Waylen.
Carrying her to his opulent apartment amidst the bustling downtown area, the man glanced briefly at her drenched attire. He
retrieved a black shirt from his wardrobe and handed it to her. “Take a shower and get changed. Use this for now. Tomorrow
morning, my secretary will bring you new clothes.”
At her 20s, Rena was far from naive.
Silently, she accepted the shirt, her gaze lingering on Waylen’s face.
To her surprise, he disappeared into the guest bedroom, along with a bathrobe. Her nervousness eased a little, granting her the
opportunity to explore his bedroom.
Adorned in a modern art style infused with heavy metal influences, the room exuded a cold ambiance, reflecting Waylen’s strong
personal taste.
Dark grey furniture, black sheets, and curtains shrouded the space.