Love shimmered within Tyrone's eyes, impossible to conceal.

As a man, Waylen couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort knowing that Rena was being coveted by another man in such a brazen manner, despite their own Limited physical intimacy.

Waylen gracefully settled himself beside Rena, his presence enveloping her in a comforting aura.

As soon as he took his place, Rena felt a gentle breath tickle her ear, carrying the delightful blend of Waylen's scent, mingled with the notes of aftershave and the lingering aroma of cigarettes. It was an intoxicating fragrance.

"In addition to what we've already ordered, is there anything else you desire?" Waylen inquired tenderly.

Tyrone's presence was undoubtedly a factor in his choice of words, however subtle.

Rena was not oblivious to the underlying intention behind Waylen's question. She recognized that he had posed it deliberately. After all,

Tyrone had extended his help and friendship to Rena and she didn't wish to cause him any public embarrassment.

Gently dabbing her lips with a napkin, Rena tenderly caressed Danna's head.

“I shall take my leave now. Until the day after tomorrow!" she announced with a warm smile.

How could Danna possibly comprehend the complexities of the situation among the three adults? Nonetheless, she responded in a sweet, melodic voice, brimming with innocence.

“Miss Gordon, please come early the day after tomorrow! I shall diligently practice the piano until then."

Expressing her gratitude to Tyrone, Rena uttered heartfelt thanks.

"You're most welcome. Witnessing Danna's happiness brings me immense joy," Tyrone responded with a smile, his words suffused with genuine warmth.

He, too, affectionately ruffled Danna's hair.

As the image of Rena's tender gesture towards Danna lingered in his mind, Tyrone's eyes narrowed slightly, savoring the moment.

Waylen cast a fleeting glance in Tyrone's direction, rising from his seat, retrieving his coat and proceeding to settle the bill.

Rena did not insist on assuming the financial responsibility herself, understanding Waylen's unspoken desire to limit her contact with

Tyrone.

Once inside the car, Waylen rested his hands upon the steering wheel, adopting a casual tone as he posed a question.

“Why did you attend the concert with Danna? She is but a child. What meaningful conversation can you have with her?"

Rena comprehended the underlying message within his words. He simply wished to restrict any further interaction between herself and Tyrone.