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?”

into the nocturnal abyss outside, her voice

wants. Is it concern

confession in one

“Jealousy.”

braced for a

disarmed her, breeding a mix

no

They departed together.

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

Rena averted her gaze.

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