Yet, had he crossed a boundary by requesting Rena to address him as honey?

How could Waylen ever proceed to be intimate with Rena in the future?

A slight cough escaped Joseph's lips as he remarked, “Tyrone, tread carefully, my friend.”

Joseph playfully winked at Tyrone, conveying a silent message.

Raising his gaze to meet Waylen's, Tyrone sported a faint smile, asserting, "It's just a game, isn't it?"

Waylen remained reticent, choosing instead to lower his head, lighting a cigarette and leisurely releasing smoke rings into the air.

Elvira's lips curved into a smile, harboring her own thoughts.

Humph!

Rena, perhaps, yearned for Waylen's attention but she had allowed her imagination to run wild.

Within their circle, such trivial drinking games held no significant weight. Endearments like “honey” were actually the lightest punishment in such games...

Waylen would not be affected by such matters in the slightest.

Ultimately, it was Rena alone who found herself immersed in embarrassment .

In that moment, Tyrone once again lowered his head, his body inching ever closer to Rena's without making contact.

His eyes and voice exuded an undeniable tenderness.

“Rena, call me honey."

Having imbibed, Rena grew bolder.

She locked her gaze with Tyrone's, as if he were the sole inhabitant of her world at that very instant.

It appeared as though a profound love had blossomed between Rena and

Tyrone.

Rena parted her crimson lips, her voice adopting a seductive tone.

“Tyrone... Hone. .

Before she could complete her utterance, Her hand was seized and lifted, as she was forcefully pulled into a warm embrace...