Summoning every ounce of bravery, Rena pressed on, "There's a bus stop up ahead. I can easily catch a night bus from there."

Finally, Waylen broke his silence.

"Rena, stay with me for a little while."

He had addressed her by her name so softly.

In that moment, Rena‘s heart melted, her resolve wavering.

Waylen steered the car towards the base of a secluded mountain, where solitude prevailed, offering an atmosphere suited for more intimate endeavors.

It was only then that Rena began to fully comprehend the situation.

Evidently, Waylen's spirits were dampened, evident from his somber demeanor.

Retrieving a cigarette from his pocket, he ignited it, allowing the tendrils of smoke to curl and intertwine with the night air.

The picturesque scene unfolded, transcending words to encapsulate its ethereal beauty.

At the base of the mountain, a subtle chill permeated the air. Rena, clad in a delicate dress, soon felt the nip of the cold, causing her nose to blush crimson, accentuating her complexion and rendering her visage all the more captivating.

Recognizing Rena's discomfort, Waylen gracefully stooped down, retrieved his coat and gently draping it around her shoulders.

“Put this on," he instructed.

“Thank you."

A quiver danced within Rena's voice as she responded, gratitude Lacing her words. However, a tinge of regret whispered within her, questioning her decision to be here with Waylen. Tonight, she perceived an enigmatic shift in his demeanor, as if he was veiled by an aura of intrigue.

Her intuition soon proved to be correct.

Following the completion of his cigarette, Waylen leaned in to kiss her.

Amidst the throes of the intimate moment, Rena's senses began to regain clarity. Resting against Waylen's shoulder, she delicately whispered, her voice laden with inquiry, “Waylen... What are your intentions toward me?"

Waylen met her gaze, his eyes brimming with understanding, comprehending her unspoken desire to preserve the sanctity of their connection. She evidently did not want to have sex with him.

Waylen gazed at her in serene silence.

After an extensive duration, he gradually released his grasp on her arm, delicately leaned against the supple leather chair and slightly closed his eyes.

The signs of weariness were apparent on his countenance.