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Clearly, Waylen was merely exploiting the turbulent circumstances for his own advantage.
Thus, Rena chose to remain composed.
Softly, she said, “Let us discuss this matter once I return to Duefron.”
On the other end of the line, Waylen fell into a prolonged silence before mustering a low voice, “Rena, are you. Are you rejecting me from entering your life?”
As the sole daughter of the current generation within the Evans family, Rena’s choices greatly influenced their future.
If she were to acquiesce to Mark’s plan and return to Czanch, what path would their relationship tread? Were any possibilities present between them?
He posed the question, and thereafter, silence enveloped them both.
Rena understood his longing for a commitment, yet she couldn’t bring herself to make that promise at this moment.
She refused to surrender her emotions and everything she possessed solely due to a fleeting impulse.
Eventually, Waylen abruptly ended the call.
After spending three days in the Evans family residence, Rena returned to Duefron.
The chauffeur dropped her off at her apartment. There, a black Maybach awaited her with its windows rolled down. A man, leaning against the open window with his arm extended, incessantly smoked.
It was Waylen.
The moment he caught sight of Rena, he swung the door open and stepped out of the car. Taking her suitcase from her hand, he uttered, “You’re back.”
“Yes,” replied Rena.
Having not seen each other for nearly half a month, they discovered a hint of unfamiliarity lingering between them.
Waylen extinguished his cigarette and walked ahead of her towards the elevator.
Rena considered stopping him but, upon witnessing his desolate figure, she swallowed her words and followed him upstairs.
As Rena unlocked the door, Waylen couldn’t resist embracing her from behind.
She tensed up momentarily.
Sensing her reaction, Waylen softly whispered into her ear, “I won’t do anything else. It’s been a while since we shared a meal together. How about we cook some chicken noodles?”
“Okay,” acquiesced Rena.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside, with Waylen trailing behind. He scanned the surroundings and inquired, “Where is our dog?”