For Rena, who now stood at 20, this relationship had been akin to an unexpected afternoon rainstorm.

She had initially resisted its downpour, yet upon her first step into this apartment, an inexplicable sense of familiarity had overtaken her, leading her to a complete surrender.

It felt as though fate itself had orchestrated Waylen’s appearance by her side, that day on campus merely a serendipitous convergence.

Rena had always been steadfast in following her emotions, unwavering in her desire to be with Waylen.

The gap in their social statuses, the potential disapproval of his parents—such considerations had been forgotten, cast aside in the fervor of her hastily formed connection with him.

In her fragility and vulnerability, a hint of grievance lingered, but Waylen's silent presence assured her.

He yearned to lead her back to reality, though his lips remained sealed.

Enfolding her in his embrace, he unraveled his plans, weaving dreams of a future for them both. A music studio for Rena after graduation, nestled in Duefron's most prestigious locale, and their marriage when she reached 24.

Then she would begin to give birth to their children.

As Waylen spoke, the woman in his arms grew increasingly drowsy, nestling against his neck with a glint of tears at the corner of her eye.

"silly girl. Why did she cry?

A tender kiss graced her lips before he gently carried her in his arms and walked back to the bedroom.

The upcoming school anniversary loomed, a mere week away.

Waylen stood sentinel over Rena's well-being, a protective shield around her. He ventured to the Gordon household in person, earnestly beseeching Darren for permission to have Rena under his care temporarily. Waylen took on the mantle of chauffeur, ensuring her safe passage to and from school.

Initially resistant, Darren's resolve eventually wavered after an all-night session of chess with Waylen.

At the break of dawn, consent was granted.

With Eloise's assistance, Rena's belongings were swiftly assembled, and Waylen escorted her away.

Downstairs, he loaded Rena's suitcase into the car's trunk.

However, her demeanor spoke of unrest, her expression far from jubilant.

As he settled into the driver's seat and secured his seatbelt, a casual question slipped from his lips.

“You're not enthusiastic about living with me?"

An air of unease settled upon Rena.