It had been days since he last laid eyes on her. If it weren't for Tyrone, she wouldn't have entered his car and engaged in conversation with him.

Unfathomable jealousy consumed Waylen.

Finally, Rena stirred. She reached for the small refrigerator in the car and retrieved a chilled can of coke. With determination, she opened it...

Waylen merely watched her actions, offering no objections.

Then, in a swift motion, the icy contents of the coke cascaded down his pants.

The frigid temperature jolted Waylen, nearly propelling him off his seat.

He gazed up at her with profound eyes.

Through gritted teeth, Rena uttered, “In your dreams!"

She proceeded to open the door, ready to exit the car. However, Waylen thwarted her, locking the car door and asserting his presence.

His voice carried a husky tone.

“Are you planning to flee after drenching my pants? Are you not responsible for drying them?"

Rena strained to free her hand from his grip but her efforts proved futile.

Reluctantly, she succumbed and began to wipe the pants... As she wiped,

Waylen's Adam's apple subtly bobbed.

“Rena, did you do this intentionally?"

Rena forcefully shook him off.

Waylen continued to scrutinize her, his handsome face concealing a whirlwind of emotions.

The two Locked gazes, a meaningful exchange passing between them.

Waylen's voice grew softer.

"Rena, it's been far too long since I last saw you. I miss you dearly!"

Rena's eyes welled up with tears.

The stark contrast in their desires became painfully apparent to Rena.