How could he possibly let her go?

Never! Until now, she was the only one he wanted!

Silence enveloped the room.

Rena refused to beg him and choked out.

“I won't accompany you to the hotel anymore."

Waylen's Adam's apple bobbed, his thoughts returning to the events of the previous night.

In the midst of the somber atmosphere, his phone interrupted with a call from his friend.

Waylen activated the speakerphone and inquired, "What's the matter,

Roscoe?"

On the other end, Roscoe Figueroa lazily smiled.

“Waylen, come out and play tonight. Last night wasn't enjoyable for you. Elvira has invited us to join her tonight. I'll make sure Tyrone apologizes to you! By the way, did you scold Rena? Don't treat her poorly. It's natural for her to be jealous because of Elvira; it shows she cares about you! I know you well! Don't go too hard on her."

Waylen refrained from retorting.

He gazed at Rena, his smile faint.

Rena, filled with anger, felt her neck reddening as she flung a pillow at him.

“I'm not jealous at all, Waylen! You can play with whomever you please.

It has nothing to do with me," she exclaimed.

He smiled and said, “It was Roscoe's words, not mine."

Roscoe froze upon hearing this.

After a while, he changed his tone and laughed, saying, “Hahaha...

Rena, I was just talking nonsense! Don't take it seriously!"

He lowered his voice and continued, "“Waylen, will you come or not?

Elvira has been abroad for years, and it's rare for all of us to get together and have some fun. Come and join us, alright?"