Juxtaposed against the dilapidated warehouse, he looked particularly elegant and noble in his expensive suit and leather shoes.

With a faint smile, he said, "Miss Gordon, why are you always in trouble whenever I see you?"

Rena was stunned when she heard the familiar voice.

She slowly turned her head and found Waylen walking towards her. At the same time, she heard police sirens coming from outside the warehouse.

Tears started to roll down her cheeks again-but this time, they were tears of joy.

Amidst the chaos, Rena felt numb as Waylen gently scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the warehouse.

She subconsciously leaned against his chest, immersed in his warm embrace and pleasant scent.

The two walked away from the abandoned warehouse.

Only when they made it out did Rena finally relax. She closed her eyes and felt a wave of nausea.

“Waylen..." She grabbed his shirt tightly and called out his name in a soft whisper.

Alarmed, Waylen Looked down and saw her pale face.

She leaned against his chest and said weakly, "They knocked me out earlier. I think I might have a concussion."

Without hesitation, Waylen put her in his car and drove her to the nearest hospital.

Lying in the back seat, Rena felt extremely dizzy.

Her stomach churned, and she wanted to throw up so badly.

Waylen drove the car with one hand and dialed a number with the other.

“Mr. Kelly? It's me, Waylen. My friend needs your help. She might've suffered a concussion. Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes.

After putting the phone down, Waylen Looked at Rena in the rearview mirror and asked, “How do you feel now?”

With her eyes squeezed shut, Rena managed to utter a single word.

“Terrible.”

Seeing her like this made Waylen feel terrible.

“We'll be at the hospital soon," he said in a low, hoarse voice.