He paused and murmured, “Rena, I know you despise me but I have no regrets."

Rena smiled icily.

Of course he had no regrets, for he had lost nothing...

The following day, Rena made her way to the music studio, engrossed in her work.

Waylen called her numerous times but she refused to answer.

He frequently sent her flowers and ordered lavish meals from renowned restaurants, yet she never accepted them.

A week later, Vera called.

“Rena, Tyrone is leaving for the south for business. His flight is scheduled to depart at two o'clock in the afternoon. According to Roscoe, it seems Tyrone won't return anytime soon. He might be away for a year or two.”

Holding her phone, Rena stood before the French window.

“I see," Rena replied.

In a hushed tone, Vera asked, “Would you... like to accompany me to see him off?"

Rena lifted her head slightly. After a brief pause, she responded, “No.

Please just give him my regards... No, forget it.”

Vera let out a soft sigh.

After ending the call, Rena remained there, gazing at the azure sky and billowing clouds.

Tyrone had departed...

Yet she would always remember that at that darkest night of her life, it was Tyrone who emerged from the shadows and enveloped her in warmth.

She also remembered his words during her moments of despair, "Rena, give us a chance to be together.”

Rena harbored the hope that Tyrone would find happiness in his life

Approaching noon, the secretary entered and uttered, "Miss Gordon, the candidate for the driver position has arrived. Shall I... bring him in now?"

Rena responded casually, “Please, send him in.”

The receptionist exited with a flushed face. Rena found it peculiar