A flicker of tenderness graced Waylen’s features.
He grasped her hand and said, “Stay with Cecilia. I will retire to the study for a smoke.”
Rena nodded.
In truth, their unresolved issues still loomed between them.
Yet, when confronted with the circumstances unfolding at home, their instincts compelled them to find solace in one another.
What course of action should Rena pursue?
Cecilia still regarded Rena as her sister-in-law, despite the circumstances.
Leading Cecilia to the guest room, Rena said softly, “Pay no mind to his anger. Freshen up with a shower first. I’ll prepare your favorite snack—fried chicken.”
As Rena was about to depart, Cecilia clung tightly to her, seeking solace in her embrace.
A sigh escaped Rena’s lips.
She tenderly patted Cecilia’s hand, whispering, “You should have returned earlier. Waylen is truly furious.”
Cecilia remained silent, seeking comfort solely in the embrace.
Rena gently smoothed Cecilia’s hair and offered, “I’ll prepare something for you to eat. You go ahead and shower. The essentials are in the room.”
“Alright,” replied Cecilia.
After Rena prepared the midnight repast, Cecilia descended the stairs.
She wore the well-worn pajamas she had brought along, its color faded from numerous washes.
Rena took note of this detail.
Though she refrained from comment, her voice quivered as she said, “Come and dine. I’ve prepared your favorite dishes.”
Cecilia sat down to eat.
Silent and withdrawn, she no longer exhibited the same chattiness as before.
Rena remained by her side, providing companionship.
Upon finishing the meal, Cecilia broke down in tears. “Rena, I’m scared! At that time, he couldn’t marry me, and now I’m almost forgetting him.”
For the past two years, she had single-handedly raised her child, enduring the hardships of a difficult life.
Each day was fraught with worries over numerous bills.
The once romantic moments with that man had dissipated like fleeting clouds, carried away by the wind.