With a genial smile, Tyrone placed his hand on the back of Waylen's chair and retorted, "Waylen, you also live alone. Finding a girlfriend should be just as convenient for you.”

Waylen's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Tyrone's smile broadened.

Even the discerning elder present could sense the tension in the air.

She spoke up softly, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Waylen, who is this lady?"

Knowing that he and Rena were not on speaking terms, Waylen felt a twinge of embarrassment at introducing her as his girlfriend.

He offered a faint smile, about to deceive the woman with a random fabricated response.

However, Tyrone interjected playfully, his eyes blinking with mischief,

“Mrs. Jones, this is my friend Rena. She's a nice girl, isn't she?"

Naturally, a homemaker like Katrina Jones would be unaware of the truth.

With a warm smile, she replied, "She seems quite nice!"

Then, turning her attention to Waylen, she added, “Last time your mother mentioned that you had a girlfriend. Bring her over someday and I'll treat you both to a meal.”

Waylen was left speechless.

Tyrone, too, found himself at a loss for words.

Thankfully, they maintained their composure in the presence of the elder, refraining from causing a scene in the restaurant. Furthermore,

Tyrone held a deep respect for Rena and did not wish to subject her to any embarrassment .

Soon after, Waylen departed.

Rena breathed a sigh of relief. During their meal, she had felt Waylen's gaze fixed upon her.

“You still have feelings for him!"

Tyrone's voice reached Rena's ears, catching her off guard.

Her senses were captivated by the allure of Tyrone's long, narrow eyes.