Chapter: 1092
‘Sweat beads formed on Rena’s forehead as she recalled her appointment with a client later in the day to survey a piece of land.
Waylen urged her gently, “Prioritize your recovery. I’ll go in your stead.”
Taken aback, Rena remained speechless as a knock resounded at the door, revealing Hector’s voice on the other side.
Waylen and Rena locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between them.
Eventually, Waylen rose from his seat and headed towards the door, prompting Rena’s cautionary plea, “Please don’t open the door…”
He responded with a disdainful snort. “Do you find me disgraceful?” Despite her words, Waylen proceeded to open the door.
Sure enough, Hector stood outside, holding breakfast in hand.
When Hector met Waylen, the atmosphere was a little awkward, but Hector immediately smiled and asked, “Is Ms. Gordon feeling better?”
“Her fever has subsided but she still needs ample rest,” Waylen responded.
He then stepped back, allowing Hector to enter the room.
Hector nodded, placing the breakfast on a nearby surface but his gaze darkened when he noticed the other tray on the bedside table.
Throughout, Hector understood that his chances were slim. Rena had indirectly turned him down numerous times, and what’s more, it was Waylen who had given him an opportunity years back by hiring him. He owed his current position to Waylen.
Hector couldn’t bear to resort to treachery and steal his wife.
Subsequently, Hector and Waylen discussed the matter of the land.
In the bedroom, Rena listened to their conversation…
Gradually, she drifted into slumber, but her last conscious thought was the sensation of having someone to rely on, akin to the moment she risked everything to confront Elvira with acar.
Fear gripped her then, yet comforting hands reached out, assuring, “Rena, don’t be afraid.”
All along, it was Waylen who provided her with that sense of security.
It made Rena want to embrace this feeling wholeheartedly…
*
Rena spent an entire day resting in the hotel.
As night descended, the sky adorned itself with fiery clouds, a spectacular display of red hues resembling flames.