However, Mark patted Waylen on the shoulder and said, “The driver is waiting for me.
Waylen, treat Rena right.”
All of a sudden, Mark looked like he had suddenly remembered something and frowned.
Anyway, he couldn’t get over Cecilia.
Waylen didn’t insist and didn’t mention Cecilia, understanding that the wounds were still fresh.
He saw the man to the car, and as the black Audi drove away, Waylen remained standing on the parking pad, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up.
The smoke swirled around him, obscuring his face as he delved into memories.
The good, the bad, and everything that had led to this point. The capture of Elvira would bring closure to the past, and Waylen knew that it was necessary for him to move forward.
After finishing his cigarette, Waylen finally returned to the villa’s porch, where Rena awaited him.
She looked gentle in the dim yellow light, and he hurriedly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Why are you out here? It’s cold outside.”
Rena held his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, and nestled comfortably in his arms.
Her actions reminded Waylen of Alexis, and he playfully teased her, “You are even better at acting like a spoiled child than our daughter now… Do you want me to hug you?”
Rena tightened her grip and murmured, “Waylen, don’t say anything. | want to hug you for a while.”
He didn’t protest and just held her close, feeling her warmth and comfort:
After a long while, he leaned down and kissed her.
“It’s okay. I’m right here with you, okay?”
Rena nodded, content with his gentleness.
Waylen felt his blood boiling.
He knew she was exceptionally obedient right now, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability tonight. He was sure that no matter how he played with her, she would not resist.
If it was a normal situation, he would probably have sex with her right away already.
Tonight however, they sought solace in each other’s embrace.
Meanwhile, Mark sat in the car.