Tyrone's gaze remained fixed on her, captivated by her words.

He then spoke up deliberately, his voice filled with depth.

"You understand that what I desire is not just a simple meal."

After a brief moment of hesitation, Rena decided to address the matter head-on.

"Tyrone, you know the circumstances surrounding us. We are not suitable for each other," she stated firmly.

Yet, Tyrone continued to gaze intently at her, his eyes revealing an undercurrent of unspoken emotions.

A slightly somber ambiance enveloped them. Rena sensed, for the first time, the raw masculine power emanating from Tyrone. Despite his Lack of action, she felt an immense weight pressing upon her.

Unexpectedly, Tyrone‘s expression softened into a relieved smile.

He lowered his head and whispered, “It's merely a meal. If it causes you such distress, I shall refrain from asking you out in the future."

Seeking to alleviate her concerns, he reassured her, “This dinner is a celebration of your successful career."

Tyrone's adorability overwhelmed Rena, prompting a spontaneous Laugh to escape her Lips.

Closing the car door, she walked hand-in-hand with Tyrone into the restaurant.

Tyrone had thoughtfully reserved a table for them, unaware that Waylen happened to be dining there as well.

Waylen was engaged in conversation with a respectable woman in her fifties.

His mannerisms were marked by deep respect, indicating that the woman was likely an elder acquaintance.

Tyrone was acquainted with the woman as well and he exchanged a brief greeting with her.

Waylen's eyes met Tyrone’s before slowly shifting his gaze towards Rena.

An overwhelming desire to hide away welled up within Rena.

As anticipated, Waylen dabbed his lips with a napkin and spoke deliberately, "Miss Gordon now leads an unfettered life of independence. Finding a boyfriend should be quite convenient."

Tyrone arched an eyebrow in response.

Ha ha!

A wry laugh escaped Rena's Lips. The irony of the situation was not lost on Tyrone.