“Harold, my well-being is none of your concern.”

Harold's frustration boiled over, and he slammed his hand against the car roof.

The driver instantly jumped from his seat and looked at him with startled eyes.

In the moonlit darkness, Harold's face twisted with intensity as he questioned Rena, “Do you really think I have no humanity? Do you believe I don't want you to be happy? Rena, have you ever considered that maybe I just want you to be happy?”

The cigarette quivered between his fingers as he exclaimed, “Damn it!

Are you out of your mind? Being with Tyrone would be a hundred times better for you than being with him."

Rena's face paled, her gaze fixed on Harold.

However, his intensity didn't waver as he spoke up again in a gentler tone.

“Rena, you can still give me a chance. I won't let you down again."

Without another word, Rena got back into the car, taking her place in the backseat.

Her voice flat and resolute, she addressed Harold, “Harold, it's too late."

She instructed the driver to proceed, and with a heavy sigh, he stepped on the gas.

Rena remained silent throughout the journey, lost in her thoughts.

The young driver couldn't help but offer some reassurance, “Don't worry, Miss Gordon. I won't gossip about what happened tonight."

Rena didn't respond, her mind preoccupied with her current situation.

Now she was... She didn't seem to care so much.

She returned to Waylen's apartment and created a comfortable space for Snowball.

Then, she waited-waited for Waylen to come back.

Rena waited until 12 o'clock at night, but Waylen hadn't come back yet.

The hours stretched on, the stillness of the night broken only by Snowball's restless circling at Rena's feet.

Sitting in front of the window, Rena played melancholic melodies on the piano.

Snowball seemed to have found the music relaxing since it fell asleep at her feet not long after.