The elevator doors slid open.

Standing outside, Tyrone regarded Rena with tender eyes and softly offered, "Allow me to drive you home."

Rena's body tensed ever so slightly.

Waylen's warning echoed in her mind.

Tyrone enveloped Rena in a comforting embrace, his voice filled with concern as he whispered, "Your eyes betray a sorrow on the verge of tears. Let's return.”

Lost in a daze, Rena's mind was clouded with confusion.

She cast a fleeting glance at Tyrone and obediently followed him into the awaiting car.

Under the faint glow of the dim street Lamps, Waylen stood, observing Rena as she climbed into Tyrone's vehicle. A faint smile danced upon his lips.

Inwardly, he contemplated, "Rena, if you won't allow me to approach you... then I shall patiently await the day you return to me."

Rena had something important to discuss with Tyrone and he could sense it.

As they idled at a red light, Tyrone lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. Breaking the silence, he inquired, "What is it that you wish to say?"

Rena turned her head to gaze at him and said softly, “Tyrone, let's not see each other again."

"Is it because of Waylen?"

Rena did not deny it.

Her connection with Tyrone had never been deeply rooted. She did not wish to drag him into her troubles. He deserved a life of happiness, for she believed herself unworthy of his sacrifice.

Tyrone exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

The traffic light shifted to green. He pressed on the accelerator, driving Rena back to her apartment.

Leaning against the backrest, he murmured tenderly, "Rena, I harbored feelings for you Long ago. I once relinquished hope. When I witnessed Waylen's affection for you during that altercation with Harold at the club, I surrendered, knowing I could not triumph over him. The Larsons could never overcome the Fowlers. However, this time... I refuse to surrender."

Turning his gaze towards her, Tyrone declared, “Even if it means losing everything."

Rena found herself at a loss for words, unable to articulate a response.

She never made any promises to Tyrone, but he was still willing to take such a daring leap for her. If she were in her early twenties, she would undoubtedly join him in the uncertainties of life. However, at the age of 25, she had surpassed the impulsive stage.

“Tyrone.”