Thinking of all these things, Vera gently pinched Rena's cheek and smiled.

"You're really something, honey!”

Just then, a thought occurred to Vera and she immediately called the person in charge of the reunion.

“Hey, just calling to let you know that Rena and I will attend the reunion this Saturday."

After a while, she said loudly, "Yes, Rena's really coming- with me!"

“I already said that she didn't do anything wrong! Aren't you listening? She's going to the reunion, okay?"

After finally confirming their attendance with the person in charge of the reunion, Vera hung up with a grin. There were countless people who wanted to laugh at Rena. They could have their laugh. They'd eat their words at the reunion!

Vera was grinning from ear to ear when Waylen finally arrived.

He was still wearing a formal suit.

The gray blazer and slacks fit him perfectly.

The white shirt highlighted his broad chest and narrow waist. and Long legs.

Perhaps it was because of his powerful aura that the bar music seemed to fade into the background. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Even as a child, Waylen always attracted attention, so he had grown callous to it.

He soon found Vera and Rena.

Vera was still sober, whereas Rena was passed out on top of the table.

The place smelled of alcohol, sweat, and perfume, but Rena looked pure against the chaotic backdrop of the bar.

Waylen nodded at Vera in greeting and then bent down to carry Rena in his arms.

Rena woke up at that moment.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in fear, Like a frightened Little rabbit.

“What're you scared of?" Waylen asked unhappily.

Rena displayed an unexpected boldness when intoxicated, defying fear as she enveloped Waylen with her arms and softly murmured, "I'm feeling rather low-spirited and just don't wanna cook."

Vera, observing from the sidelines, felt a surge of excitement at the sight of Waylen holding Rena close.