He said, his voice filled with tenderness, “Allow me to drive you back."

Recognizing Rena's desire for closure, Eloise interjected, "I'll get a cab. Rena, you have a conversation with him."

Rena nodded, cautioning Eloise to take care on her way back.

Before long, Eloise hailed a taxi and departed for home.

Waylen extinguished his cigarette, opened the car door and gently urged, "Please, step into the car."

Rena settled into the passenger seat.

Though she could walk now, her movements lacked agility. Her injury occasionally caused discomfort.

Waylen joined her in the car, taking his time to buckle his seat belt.

However, his gaze remained fixed on her feet as he softly inquired,

“Does your foot still ache?"

Rena cast a glance at her feet and smiled.

“Much improved. I appreciate your concern."

Waylen delayed setting the car in motion. He turned his gaze to Rena, hesitating before confessing, "Rena, I care for you. I don't want us to break up. Let's start anew. I will never see her again; my interactions will solely involve the case agent."

Rena listened in silence.

Her countenance exhibited neither joy nor sorrow, as if she were an impartial observer.

She even smiled and proposed, "Waylen, let's find a place."

Waylen's slender fingers, resting upon the steering wheel, curled slightly. After a protracted silence, he smiled and replied, "Alright."

Half an hour Later, he escorted her to an upscale restaurant.

Having made a reservation in advance, the establishment was exclusively reserved for the two of them.

Rena abstained from indulging in any food; instead, she opted for a solitary cup of coffee. Her delicate fingers delicately grazed the surface of the porcelain, a reflection of the bitterness that dwelled within her heart.

In recent days, Rena had discerned Waylen's true intentions.

He was attempting to win her back.