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?”

the bar counter, gazed into the

wants. Is it

confession in one

“Jealousy.”

for a

her, breeding a mix of frustration and

this was no setting

They departed together.

Rolls-Royce, Waylen, still in his formal attire, resembled

Rena averted her gaze.

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