Rena looked at Tyrone, a mix of surprise and vulnerability in her eyes, as if seeing him for the first time.

Tyrone, in a charming tone, continued, "Do you want to know why I said hapter 11 : all that? Because I want to see you happy. Isn't that what life is about?

As long as there are other men vying for your attention, Waylen won't be able to hurt you.

Rena, be with me. I promise you'll discover a whole new side of

Waylen."

Rena was taken aback by Tyrone's words, which struck her deeply.

She had no inclination for indulging in thrilling love games. All she desired was to be with the one she truly loved.

Even if it wasn't Waylen, she firmly believed that someday she would encounter the right man destined for her.

In response to this disheartening realization, Rena fled.

Her fear was provoked and intensified by Tyrone’s actions.

Inside the pavilion, the mischievous smile on Tyrone's face vanished, replaced by an expressionless gaze fixed upon Rena's retreating figure.

Rena had consumed only half of her cocktail, Leaving the glass behind.

The beverage appeared delectably sweet. Tyrone picked up the glass, delicately tracing the lip mark left by Rena and then leisurely finished the drink.

Within their social circle, numerous girls similar to Elvira existed.

They possessed their own free-spiritedness!

Yet, they exhibited distinctive forms of beauty!

Rena stood apart from the rest. She possessed numerous qualities that the other girls within the circle lacked. Furthermore, being from a middle-class background, she held no narrow-mindedness.

She embodied the ideal companion for marriage, truly impeccable!

Yet Harold failed to appreciate her worth.

Waylen was preoccupied with dealing with Elvira, who had humiliated him during their youth. Perhaps he had no time to focus on Rena either!

Tyrone's smile held a meaningful implication.

If Waylen didn't cherish Rena, he certainly would!