Waylen reached out to button up Rena's dress.

“I-I can do it myself," Rena mumbled in a trembling voice.

She grabbed the small button with shaky fingers, but the button was so slippery that she kept fumbling. In the end, Waylen helped her button it up.

Once again, he apologized to her.

To make things up to her, he called Hyatt and told him about the case of Rena's father.

Hyatt respected Waylen very much as a lawyer, so he immediately agreed to help Rena and made an appointment with her on the spot.

After chatting for a Little while longer, Waylen said goodbye to Hyatt and hung up the phone.

He sat at the desk and lit a cigarette. To Rena, he said, “You can ask me for anything you want-anything except for help with the case."

Rena knew that this was probably the last time they'd meet.

Waylen might've want to have sex with her before, but now, he was different. Rena didn't know what exactly happen, but he seemed to have made up his mind to draw a clear Line between them.

Rena wasn't an idiot. She was sensitive to these kinds of things.

She pretended to be calm and waved her hand dismissively.

"No worries.

I'm good. Thanks for helping me contact Mr. Larson, Mr. Fowler."

On the inside, however, she felt a little sad. But she didn't want to cry in front of him. She wasn't even his friend, so it was meaningless to get all sentimental with him.

She said goodbye to him and said that she'd take a taxi home.

Waylen didn't say anything more. He simply smoked his cigarette unhurriedly.

Rena left his apartment dejectedly.

But she didn't go home immediately. She didn't want to see the disappointment in Eloise's face so soon.

Night fell, and Rena walked down the street alone. The Ferris wheel in the downtown plaza came to Life with colorful Lights. From a distance, she could see the silhouette of a young couple hugging and kissing under the Ferris wheel.

She stopped and Looked at the romantic scene quietly.

The night wind blew, whipping against her tear-stained cheeks.