As Waylen swung open the door, he caught sight of Rena gracefully staring the paino.
She didnât shed a single tear.
Instead a faint sadness painter her visage,
Rena was an entirely different entity compared to Elvira.
The pianoâs melody abruptly ceased,
Rena turned her gage towards Waylen, mustering a smile, âYouâve back,â she whispered.
âDid you have a delightful time?â inquired Rena, her voice carrying an air of serenity.
Waylen gracefully removed his coat, casually tossing it onto the sofa before approaching her.
He idly toyed with the wine glass resting on the countertop, his gaze profound and contemplative.
Normally, Rena abstained from indulging in alcoholic beverages, adhering to a life of self-discipline.
However, tonight she had taken to drinking, indicating her troubled state of mind.
Waylen surmised that he might be the cause.
In a hoarse voice, he queried, âAre you vexed?â
Rena remained silent, torn between the desire to be truthful and the reluctance to lie.
Following a prolonged silence, Waylen mustered a faint smile and uttered, âRena, we agreed from the outset that we would enjoy each otherâs company for a certain period of time and part amicably once we grew weary.
What are you doing now?â
Rena gazed at him and softly inquired, âHave you grown weary of it now?â
Waylen instantaneously comprehended her meaning.
She wanted to terminate their relationship.
Was it because of Elvira?
Abruptly, Waylen placed her onto the piano.
The piano emitted a melodic note.
Rena struggled, attempting to free herself.
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Clad solely in a black silk bathrobe, her bosom inadvertently exposed during her struggles.
Observing this, Waylen narrowed his eyes.
He swallowed hard and whispered into her ear, âWhy are you so preoccupied with my association with Elvira? Donât be so immatureâ
Rena appeared lost in a daze.
Veina tinged with blue pulsed on her temples.
Yet, she reined in her emotions,