Waylen glanced at Rena's red, teary eyes briefly.

After a while, he finally nodded.

"Of course."

Vera breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt a bit bad for Rena.

The poor girl had just been assaulted by Harold, and now, she had no choice but to leave with Waylen.

It was a really windy day, and the rain showed no signs of letting up.

On the contrary, the thunder and lightning were merciless. The parking lot was open-air, so Waylen went ahead to fetch his car.

After a while, a golden Bentley Continental GT slowly pulled to a stop in front of Rena. She didn't have an umbrella, but she didn't dare to ask Waylen to get out of the car to hold an umbrella over her.

She rushed to get in the car, the rain pouring down relentlessly.

Despite moving as fast as she could, she was sopping wet by the time she strapped her seatbelt on.

Water dripping from her hair, she felt a little uneasy, fearing that Waylen would be unhappy with her.

But the man simply glanced at her. Without saying a word, he started the car.

The club was halfway up the mountain. The drive to the foot of the mountain would take a while, and the air conditioner in the car was turned on. It didn't take long before Rena started shivering from the cold, her Lips turning pale and blue.

While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, Waylen threw a coat to her and said, "Here."

Rena thanked him with a nod.

As soon as she put on his coat, she sighed in relief at the warmth. But Waylen didn't turn off the air conditioner. He was too busy monitoring the road ahead.

It was a stormy day, so traffic was heavy in the city.

Waylen lit a cigarette and took a long drag, asking casually, “How long have you been with Harold?"

Rena stiffened at the question.

But she had no reason to be dishonest.

“Four years."

Waylen was a little surprised. After a while, his eyes wandered over to her slender legs.