However, she was professional enough and immediately obeyed.

After Waylen gave his instructions, he finally hung up.

Then, the luxurious vehicle glided away into the neon embrace of the city.

Waylen and Rena were entangled in a blossoming romance. While continuing his relationship with Rena, Waylen started unraveling the mysteries that entwined them.

He frequently rendezvoused with Rena, spending most of his time in that apartment, savoring every fleeting sensation. He had anticipated a hint of monotony for Rena, but to his delight, she reveled in their cocoon of togetherness.

Her fingers danced upon the piano keys, crafting melodies that resonated with her soul. The aroma of culinary endeavors wafted through the air, evidence of her culinary explorations.

In the gentle curve of Waylen's embrace, Rena found solace. She nestled into his arms, absorbing his insights into the realm of legal intricacies, her heart attuned to the cadence of his voice.

These shared endeavors were uncharted territory for them, moments that had never graced their past.

A sense of wonder infused their every interaction, as if destiny itself had extended its benevolent hand, granting them a chance to rediscover love anew.

Waylen cherished these stolen fragments of time, each instance a testament to their resilience and the flame that had rekindled between them.

As the weekend approached, the clock struck nine, signaling the impending close of their shared hours.

Rain cascaded from the heavens, a torrential dance upon the world outside.

Rena's gaze lingered on the drenched scene beyond the window, her voice a mere whisper, laden with curiosity and Longing.

"It's autumn. Why is it still raining so heavily?"

In an instant, the sky responded, a bolt of lightning rending the darkness asunder.

Startled, Rena sought refuge in Waylen's protective embrace.

He had taken a shower and now, his visage exuded a newfound vitality, and his essence imbued with a masculine allure.

The bathrobe draped around his form was a testament to his casual confidence, its simple elegance only serving to amplify his presence.

Rena, ensconced against his chest, felt the rhythm of his heart, each beat a testament to the emotions that intertwined them. A veil of shyness draped over Rena, her cheeks suffused with a rosy hue.

Waylen's voice, a husky timbre rich with emotion, broke the silence, encircling her like a cocoon. His arms enveloped her, their warmth a balm against the uncertainties that lingered in the air.

“Perhaps it's because I simply can't bear to see you leave,“ he confessed.

Rena, a woman of twenty, carried with her the weight of apprehension when it came to spending the night with a man.