Roscoe stood momentarily stunned.

In his perception, Vera was a carefree woman, while Rena seemed detached. He never expected Rena to exhibit concern for Vera.

Offering a brief acknowledgment, Roscoe departed with Vera.

Once Roscoe had whisked Vera away, Rena turned and proceeded to wash her hands.

Joseph's affluent family and his own reprehensible behavior vexed her.

While Roscoe possessed his fair share of privileged dilemmas, Rena still held a glimmer of hope that he could safeguard Vera.

Rena's worry for Vera weighed heavily on her heart.

Standing alone by the corridor window, Rena gazed at the bustling nocturnal panorama of Duefron for an extended duration.

The city teemed with festivity, yet amidst the throngs, numerous individuals remained without companionship.

*

It was at this precise moment that Waylen's call reached her.

His voice, laden with tenderness, pierced through the winter night.

“Do you want me to come up?"

Rena sought to maintain a certain Level of detachment, desiring to keep her personal and professional lives separate. Softly, she replied,

“Just a moment. Wait for me in the car."

Waylen chuckled softly in response.

A faint blush colored Rena's cheeks, attributing it to the consumption of red wine.

By the time she descended the stairs, the clock neared ten in the evening.

Waylen's resplendent golden Bentley Continental GT awaited outside the hotel, positioned beneath a streetLamp.

He stood there, devoid of a cigarette, emanating an air of elegance that attracted the attention of many women.

Rena approached him, closing the distance between them.

Waylen enveloped her in his embrace, his voice a tender murmur, “I've yearned for you throughout the night.”