Waylen stubbed out his cigarette and made his way towards the dining room.
Rena served him a bow! of noodles, intending to leave, but he grabbed her hand and implored, âStay with me.
â
She shook her head, her expression serious.
âWaylen, if you werenât injured, I wouldnât have come here at all.
â
Surprisingly, Rena remained remarkably composed.
Perhaps.
the countless times she had shed tears because of him had desensitized her to Some extent.
Waylen didnât push the matter further, but he suddenly lost his appetite for the noodles.
He hastily finished his meal.
She then fetched a blanket from the guest room and pointed to the sofa.
âIâll sleep here tonight.
â
Waylen protested, âSleep in the master bedroom! Weâve shared a bed before, and I promise I wonât do anything to you.
â
Rena wasnât naive.
She knew Waylen possessed strong s@xual desires, and if they were to sleep together, he would struggle to restrain himself.
Furthermore, they had broken up, so there was no reason for them to share a bed.
Firmly, she refused, âItâs better for us to maintain some distance from each other.
â
Exhaustion washed over her as the alcoholâs effects wore off, and she longed for rest.
Wrapping herself in the blanket, Rena lay down on the sofa and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Waylen gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, his Adamâs apple bobbing with mixed emotions.
He quietly entered the bedroom, retrieved a quilt, and gently placed it over Rena.
Although she didnât stir, she instinctively clutched the quilt, curling up and appearing even more delicate.
The realization that she had consumed a significant amount of alcohol that night tugged at Waylenâs heart.
Had he caused her so much pain?
Did she prefer struggling so much on her own rather than taking his help?
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Waylen entered his study and dialed a number, with Paisley answering on the other end.
Paisleyâs voice oozed politeness as she spoke.
âMr.
Fowler, itâs quite late.
Whatâs the matter?â
Waylen held the phone, his tone cold and detached.
âMiss Rayne, are you still accepting new students?â
Paisleyâs eyes widened in surprise.
Of course, she desired students from affluent families the most! !