In a soft tone, Rena inquired, "Shall I take you to the terminal?"

Waylen delicately grasped her hand and caressed it slowly before speaking in a husky voice.

"No, thank you. Drive safely when you return.”

Rena surmised that he must be tired.

She felt a profound sense of gratitude towards him, so she had to be concerned about his well-being.

"Send me a message once you land."

Perhaps due to their softened demeanors, the atmosphere took on a slightly different tone. Waylen focused his gaze on her Lips.

Rena leaned in and took the initiative to kiss him. As she lifted her head, she uttered softly, "Have a safe flight."

Suddenly, Waylen placed his hand on the back of her head as he kissed her back.

Rena was taken aback.

She sensed that his body temperature was slightly elevated.

“Waylen, are you sick?"

He ceased kissing her but didn't release her from his grasp. He pressed his forehead against hers.

His voice carried a hoarse quality.

“I believe I may be sick. You can touch me to gauge my temperature."

Feeling somewhat awkward, Rena turned her face away and gently reminded him, "If you don't depart now, you'll miss your flight."

"You're pushing me away?"

He placed his hand on her waist and used the other hand to open the car door.

Silently, Rena pushed him aside.

Observing that it would be arduous for him to manage his luggage, she relented and said, "If you still feel unwell, ask the flight attendant for some medicine."

Waylen looked at her and replied, “Okay!”

Rena found herself strongly inclined to accompany him to Heron, fearing that he might be unwell and have no one to take care of him.