She yearned to continue observing them but Waylen wished to avoid prying eyes. He tenderly carried Rena, cradling her in his arms and gently placed her inside the luxurious golden Bentley Continental GT stationed by the bar entrance.

Fortunately, Rena obediently settled herself in the car.

With a graceful closure of the door, Waylen turned back and courteously inquired of Vera, “Would you Like me to give you a ride?"

Vera swiftly waved her hand and replied, "No, thank you. Your utmost care for Rena is all that matters!"

Waylen had heard tales of Vera's prowess in alcohol consumption and her frequent visits to bars. Nevertheless, he had never expected her to develop a genuine camaraderie with Rena.

Waylen nodded in acknowledgment and proceeded to enter the vehicle.

The golden Bentley Continental GT glided away leisurely.

Vera exclaimed, "They look like the perfect match!"

Suddenly, she slapped herself forcefully across the face, and it hurt!

This wasn't a dream!

The reality sunk in that Rena had indeed found an incredible boyfriend!

Waylen drove onward, patiently waiting for the traffic Light to turn green. During this brief interlude, he turned his gaze towards Rena.

Even in her intoxicated state, she remained composed and well-behaved.

There was no pungent odor of alcohol clinging to her person. Instead, her inebriation Lent her a captivating allure.

Her visage displayed a slight flush, and her eyes shimmered with a hint of moisture.

A sudden craving for a cigarette overcame Waylen but, mindful of Rena's presence in the car, he relinquished the idea and drove back to the apartment in silence.

As the car came to a halt, Rena, seemingly in a daze, questioned, “Have we reached our destination?"

Her hand reached out to open the door, only to be halted by a firm grip.

Rena froze, her gaze meeting Waylen's.

Waylen appeared composed, his eyes profound, yet he held her hand tightly.

"Waylen..." Rena uttered weakly.

A soft click resonated within the confines of the car as he locked the door.