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?”

gazed into the nocturnal

what anyone wants. Is it concern

smiled, a confession in

“Jealousy.”

for

his gentleness disarmed her, breeding

was no setting

They departed together.

Waylen, still in his formal attire, resembled

Rena averted her gaze.

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