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Waylen’s fists clenched in frustration, the tension evident in his body language,
After a prolonged silence, weariness permeated his voice as he admitted, “Rena, I have no intention of marrying. But I am not toying with your emotions, Marriage simply does not align with my life plans.”
Rena cast her gaze downwards, concealing her disappointment.
A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Do not worry. I have no intention of interfering in your life.”
Having uttered those words, she moved to shut the door.
However, Waylen halted her, preventing its closure.
Furrowing his brow, he solemnly declared, “In my eyes, you hold greater significance than Elvira!”
Rena lifted her gaze, locking her eyes onto his with a mixture of astonishment and anger brewing within her.
As if she had just heard a preposterous joke, she softly repeated, “I am more Important than Elvira?”
Waylen’s countenance grew grave, his demeanor matching the weight of his words.
Rena’s smile waned slightly as she recalled his involvement in an economic dispute on Elvira’s behalf.
“Since you claim that I am of greater importance, then I demand that you cease aiding her,” she retorted.
Mockingly, she added, “Can you do that?”
A crease formed on Waylen’s forehead, signaling his deep contemplation.
He was always resolute in keeping his professional and personal matters separate, never allowing a woman to interfere with his work.
Gazing at Rena, he posed a question, “Can you alter your request?”
Rena stooped down, retrieved the supplements he had brought and tossed them outside the doorway.
‘Very well, The revised request is for you to leave! Waylen, do not appear before me again.”
With a decisive motion, Rena closed the door, shutting him out.
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Learning against it, she could stall catch a whiff of the lingering cigarette scent from Waylen’s body.
There was a time when she relished snuggling in his embrace, nestling her head against his shoulder and inhaling the fusion of his fragrance, the scent of tobbacco and aftershave.
But now, all she desired was to keep her distance.
After a while, Vera returned with a displeased expression, indicating a disagreement with Waylen downstairs.
Rena regained her composure, adopting a composed demeanor.