Waylen's gaze held an unwavering intensity, far more direct than

Rena's.

Seated before her, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her face. A gentle smile graced his lips as he responded, “Is that so? Am I truly adept at everything?"

Rena found herself momentarily taken aback at his teasing words.

A faint blush colored her ears, prompting her to adopt a cooler demeanor.

“I must take my leave.”

Waylen experienced a tinge of regret.

He urged her to stay, his voice gentle and persuasive.

“I'm sorry. Let us converse a while longer, Rena... Why don't you inquire about my romantic endeavors in these past few years?"

Rena had no desire to delve into such matters.

Silently, she paid for the coffee and proceeded to walk away.

For a divorced couple, a simple coffee chat sufficed.

Yet, Waylen pursued her, suggesting, “Allow me to drive you home."

Rena halted in her tracks.

Under the radiant glow of neon lights, she gazed up at him.

He remained undeniably handsome, possessing an allure that even surpassed his former self. However, after three years, they were nothing more than strangers.

He yearned for her, while she had gradually erased him from her heart over the course of those three years.

Softly, Rena uttered, “I can sense your eagerness for marriage now,

Waylen Find a deserving woman to wed. Let the past remain in the past. . I cannot dwell on it indefinitely."

As she spoke these words, the ache of their history resurfaced within her.

With a swift turn, Rena departed, leaving Waylen standing in the shadows, observing her silently.

Her driver awaited her, a selection made by Mark. As the daughter of the Evans family, Rena enjoyed a Life of opulence and privilege. She no longer needed to entertain clients to secure a business contract or fulfill any obligations. She lived according to her own desires, surrounded by comfort and luxury.