Unwilling to impose, Vera made a swift exit.

Once she’d gone, Waylen sauntered over to the door, closing it with a soft click.

Turning back, he found Rena’s gaze fixed on him.

Approaching, he picked up a crystal glass, sniffing its contents.

Rena’s visage, flushed, revealed her inebriation.

Settling beside her, Waylen delicately swept back her hair, his tone tender.

“Are you still upset?”

at the bar counter, gazed into the nocturnal abyss outside,

what anyone wants. Is it concern or

smiled, a confession in one

“Jealousy.”

braced for

disarmed her, breeding

no setting for

They departed together.

seat of his black Rolls-Royce, Waylen, still in his formal attire, resembled a charming mafia

Rena averted her gaze.

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