Seated beside Waylen, Rena gazed at his profile as he fastened his seat belt. With a gentle tone, she inquired, “Why are you so concerned about Robert?"

Waylen glanced at her sideways.

He remained silent for a prolonged moment before answering in a hushed voice, "Because I understand that someone like Robert aligns with your ideal suitor. If he didn't have an overbearing mother, the two of you would have been together."

Rena did not refute his statement.

Waylen refrained from further elaboration, as this topic was truly vexing.

He drove Rena back and grabbed her arm when she prepared to exit the car.

“Come to my place the day after tomorrow. I'll have Claribel prepare a lavish feast."

Rena hesitated.

“There's a dinner party with our colleagues from the studio the day after tomorrow."

Thoughtfully, Waylen remarked, "Don't consume excessive alcohol. I'll come pick you up after the party."

When Waylen beseeched her in such a manner, Rena couldn't bring herself to refuse.

She softly acquiesced.

Waylen gently pressed her against the back of the seat. After a lingering kiss, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Rena, dress up a little the day after tomorrow... I want to make it special, for you."

Rena stared at him in astonishment.

Beyond the car window, snowflakes gracefully descended.

The snow rendered the night even more enchanting.

Waylen knew precisely what he needed to do.

He escorted her upstairs without requesting to spend the night. As he descended the staircase, Rena couldn't resist walking toward the window.

On a wintry night blanketed with snow, Rena exhaled, creating a wispy white vapor.

Under the soft glow of a dim yellow street Lamp, Waylen leaned against the resplendent golden Bentley Continental GT, engrossed in smoking. He exuded an aura of masculinity.

Cradling a cup of steaming hot cocoa, Rena observed him in tranquil contemplation.