It was Rena's car.

Quickly parking his own vehicle, Waylen crossed the road in a rush.

The white BMW sat abandoned.

Its hood was raised, enduring the rain that had fallen throughout the night.

The door to the driver's seat was open, and he discovered a lady's wallet soaked by the rain, lying on the seat.

Murmurs from the gathering crowd filled the air.

“Whose car is it? Why would someone Leave their car on the side of the road like this?"

“Maybe the owner couldn't bear it and decided to end their life?"

“The car looks wrecked, and the person is likely dead. How tragic!"

Waylen stood upright, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

He mechanically took out his phone, trying to make a call, only to find it turned off.

Acting on instinct, he reached for Rena's wallet and closed the car door. A voice from the crowd cried out, “How can you take someone else's belongings?"

Tension filled Waylen's voice as he responded, "It's my girlfriend's car."

The onlookers regarded him with disdain, assuming he was merely a heartless opportunist.

Waylen quickly returned to his car, charging his phone and dialing Rena's number as soon as it turned on.

The phone rang for what felt Like an eternity before she finally answered.

Exhaustion Laced Rena's voice as she said, "Waylen, let's discuss our matters later."

And with those words, she ended the call.

Waylen furrowed his brow, realizing she was probably still upset with him.

Determined to make amends, he decided to first return home, take a shower, and then go to her apartment later in the evening to celebrate their late Valentine's Day and make it a perfect evening.

Rena was a wonderful woman, and he didn’t want to lose her

He dialed Jazlyn's number and asked her to arrange a trailer to get Rena's car.