Renata wasn't a young lady anymore.

She seemed to have regained her composure after she cried it out. However, Charles wouldn't let her leave. She was confined to stay in his villa.

He sent for someone to bring Daphne over.

As night fell, the sound of a car could be heard in the courtyard on the ground floor. She could also hear some women's faint voices.

Renata had cleaned herself up. She wore a white silk pajama and leaned against the sofa by the window. She silently drank from a wine glass by herself.

The bedroom door creaked open.

Charles walked in. He had also showered and changed into a fresh shirt and trousers. His whole demeanor looked refreshed.

He approached Renata and put his arm around her shoulder gently.

"You wouldn't eat. So, why are you drinking wine now? Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for your health."

Renata let out a cold laugh. Her delicate face leaned against the luxurious sofa and rubbed against it lightly.

"Don't you find it ironic? You were so