Chapter: 1548
“Only half," he promised, a vow entwined with fragrant tendrils of tobacco.

Silence settled like a comforting blanket, Rena nestled in Waylen's embrace.

His warmth permeated her senses through his shirt, a fusion of intimacy and familiarity.

The faint aroma of tobacco lingered, a reminder of their shared moments.

Waylen rolled down half of the window.

His fingers danced along Rena's hair, a tender touch against the canvas of night. He loved her, but this affection was a little different from that for Rena in reality.

After all, she was only 20 years old in this dream.

Waylen took a deliberate drag from the cigarette, the ember casting a fleeting glow in the dark. With the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, he extinguished it with a purposeful tap.

"Do you Like me?" He inquired, his gaze now directed downward.

Rena clung to her silence, steadfastly refusing to voice her feelings. How could she dare to speak such vulnerable words?

Waylen respected her decision, his arms cocooning her within their reassuring embrace. Kisses rained down upon her, a symphony of affection that seemed to bridge their worlds. A gentle pat on her backside signaled their impending departure.

"Go back now. Mr. Gordon might be worried.”

Rena nodded in agreement, her heart fluttering with a mixture of reluctance and anticipation.

With a tender touch, Waylen straightened her dress, his words tinged with emotion.

"Don't hide our relationship," he entreated, his earnest plea painting a blush across Rena's cheeks.

Exiting the car with haste, Rena quickly darted into the embrace of the waiting elevator.

As the engine hummed in solitude, Waylen's gaze remained Locked on her receding figure. His own impatience gnawed at him.

Days had stretched on, brimming with a yearning to bridge the chasm between them.

A connection had sparked swiftly between them, yet his task remained unfinished. According to Mindy's words, Waylen must suffer for Rena in this dream so that he could take her back to reality.

Until now, he wasn't close to finding the opportunity to complete his task.

This made him a little anxious.

A new cigarette found its way into Waylen's hand, the tip igniting with an incandescent glow.
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