“If I win, I shall grant you a French kiss!"

Waylen paid her no mind, dismissing the comment.

Rena found herself holding the Lowest-ranking card, hence she proceeded to consume half a glass of wine.

Rena possessed an immaculate complexion. The mere consumption of half a glass of wine seemed to enhance her allure, rendering her even more captivating.

Seated beside her, Tyrone found it impossible to remain completely indifferent. His gaze fixated upon Rena with an unabashed fondness, visible for all present to perceive, even those deprived of sight.

In an opportune turn of events, Tyrone emerged victorious in the subsequent round.

A hushed stillness enveloped the room, pregnant with anticipation.

Oh, the spectacle that awaited them!

Waylen cast aside his cards, his attention riveted upon Rena, his gaze penetrating and profound.

Before Rena could react, Tyrone leaned closer, placing his hands on either side of her head.

With gentle grace, Tyrone adjusted his attractive nose, subtly brushing it against Rena's own.

Surprised, Rena gazed up at him in bewilderment, her long lashes casting a delicate veil over her slightly flushed cheeks. She appeared both adorable and enchanting.

Tyrone's eyes darkened, hinting at an array of emotions swirling within him.

In a corner, Harold nonchalantly flicked the ash off his cigarette. If he were in Tyrone's position, he thought, he would kiss Rena without hesitation, even if it meant incurring Waylen's wrath.

Harold had spent four years in a relationship with Rena, yet had never once had her.

Everyone assumed that Tyrone would be unable to resist kissing Rena but only Rena herself knew that Tyrone possessed a profound sense of cherishing. It was evident in the careful gaze he bestowed upon her

Tyrone's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably. How he yearned to press his lips against Rena‘s!

However, he refrained. Instead, he whispered into Rena's ear, "I want to hear you call me... Honey!"

A profound silence descended upon the room

No one dared to break it.

Waylen's countenance exuded an undeniable aura of anguish

Tyrone could have had merely planted a fleeting kiss on Rena's Lips