After pondering for a moment, Rena conveyed her sentiments with gentle resolve.

"Tyrone, for the time being, I do not wish to engage in a romantic relationship. Please do not waste your time..."

A slender finger tenderly pressed against her lips, silencing her words.

Wearing an unprecedentedly serious expression, Tyrone spoke with conviction.

"The pursuit of a woman can only be described as romantic and there is no notion of waste... Rena, I understand that you are not currently seeking a relationship and that it is uncertain whether you will develop feelings for me in the future. However, I am willing to take the chance. Without attempting, how can we determine if we are truly compatible?"

Rena lifted her gaze to meet his.

In that very moment, Tyrone exuded an aura of maturity and undeniable charm.

With a voice tinged with huskiness, Tyrone continued his heartfelt plea.

“I hold deep affection for you. I desire to be by your side. I am unlike Robert... My entire family holds you in high regard. Nothing stands in our way. All I ask is for you to embrace my pursuit. Rena, give us a chance to be together."

A gentle gust of wind Lifted Rena's dress, enveloping her and Tyrone in an ethereal beauty, enhancing the already romantic ambiance surrounding them.

Tyrone tenderly clasped her shoulders and gradually leaned closer, yearning to capture her lips with a kiss...

Yet Rena instinctively evaded his advance, resulting in his lips gently grazing her nose. In the eyes of onlookers, their proximity appeared intimately affectionate.

Admitting to herself that Tyrone's proposition had touched her heart

Rena acknowledged the potential of a new relationship as a means to heal her wounds. However, she hesitated to dive into such a connection

Tyrone held great significance as a cherished friend, and Rena did not wish to treat him with anything Less than utmost sincerity.

She spoke softly, her voice imbued with tenderness.

“Tyrone, can you give me some time to gather my thoughts and find calmness within?"

Tyrone lowered his gaze to meet hers, silence lingering between them for an extended moment. Finally, he inquired gently, "In truth, this is not an outright rejection, is it?"

Rena attempted to respond but her words were carried away by the wind.

Not far off, a golden Bentley Continental GT was parked.

Seated within the confines of his car, Waylen observed the scene unfolding before him in silence. The glow of the streetlamp illuminated his striking visage, revealing no trace of emotion

His eyes fixated on Rena, who cast a tender gaze towards Tyrone.