The car door swung open.

Standing outside the vehicle, Waylen's voice resonated, hoarse with remorse.

"I'm sorry, Rena!"

His desire to touch her was palpable.

However, as if driven by an instinctive reflex, Rena swiftly delivered a resounding slap across his face.

Both of them stood there, momentarily stunned.

Rena covered her stinging palm and softly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr Fowler.”

Waylen paid no mind to the sting on his cheek.

Gripping onto the car door, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"You're not in a suitable state to drive. Allow me to drive you there."

How could Rena possibly agree?

After a brief standoff, Waylen firmly grasped Rena's arm, guiding her out of the car and retrieving her coat from the passenger seat.

She wore an enchanting lilac dress that accentuated her slender melst.

She Looked exquisitely beautiful.

Waylen gazed at her for a few fleeting moments, draping the coat over her shoulders and meticulously fastening the buttons.

“If you're opposed to me driving you, then take a taxi instead! Please don't drive yourself."

Rena was in a state of distress. Waylen sympathized with her. Being a mature man, he was acutely aware that she still held feelings for him

At the very least, he ranked higher in her heart than Robert for the time being.

That was precisely why Robert couldn't spend the previous night in her apartment.

Waylen hailed a taxi.

He escorted Rena into the vehicle. Just before closing the door, he said with tender sincerity, "Wishing you a delightful evening."

In truth, he had initially planned to attend the same banquet.