“It was taken from the flower arrangements, wasn't it?"

Rena sat in the car and looked up at him.

“His name's Harrison.

According to his file, he's only twenty-four years old.”

Waylen snorted.

He got out of the car, made his way to the trunk, opened it, and came back with a whole bunch of roses.

Coincidentally, they were also white roses.

Rena blinked in surprise. Was this a present for her?

Observing the bouquet of white roses in surprise, Rena looked happy

She had a bright smile plastered on her beautiful face that Waylen seemed to enjoy admiring as he stood outside the car.

“Do you like them?" he asked, voice somewhat hoarse.

With her face almost buried in the roses, Rena replied in a rarely sweet voice, "Yes."

There was no woman who would not yearn for flowers sent by her beloved.

With a faint smile creeping on his lips, Waylen closed the door and got in the car gracefully. The sleek black sports car drove away, its body glistening like a shooting star illuminated by the city's street lamps.

Harrison was watching them at the hotel entrance, standing quietly as he got lost in his own thoughts for quite a while already.

Meanwhile, inside the car, Waylen played some soothing music.

Rena, with a glass of champagne in hand, felt relaxed. She leaned against the soft backseat, the effects of the alcohol starting to make her a bit tipsy.

As they approached a red light at the intersection ahead, Waylen halted the car and turned his head to ask, "Shall we go home or to the apartment?”

Rena's mind was slightly clearer now due to his question.

With her face nestled in a bouquet of roses, she murmured, “Anywhere is okay? If it's possible, I'd like to go to the hotel.”

Her words filled the car with an alluring aura.

Waylen gazed at her.