Female NovelA pang of sorrow tugged at Waylen’s heart.
He longed to whisk Rena, now 20, away, as if he could possess two versions of her.
One mature and refined.
The other youthful and naive.
The very notion was almost unbearable to contemplate. His head dipped, lips pressing against her forehead, a murmur escaping his lips. “We’ll be together, Rena. Trust me.”
Rena lifted her head gently from his embrace, sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow upon her youthful countenance.
Her complexion was flawless, her brows elegantly arched, and her chestnut locks cascaded gracefully down her waist, framing her enticing figure.
Her eyes, deep and bright like those of a newborn animal, held a tremor as she spoke with a quivering voice.
“I trust you.”
For Rena, who now stood at 20, this relationship had been akin to an unexpected afternoon rainstorm.
She had initially resisted its downpour, yet upon her first step into this apartment, an inexplicable sense of familiarity had overtaken her, leading her to a complete surrender.
It felt as though fate itself had orchestrated Waylen’s appearance by her side, that day on campus merely a serendipitous convergence.
Rena had always been steadfast in following her emotions, unwavering in her desire to be with Waylen.
The gap in their social statuses, the potential disapproval of his parents—such considerations had been forgotten, cast aside in the fervor of her hastily formed connection with him.
In her fragility and vulnerability, a hint of grievance lingered, but Waylen’s silent presence assured her.
He yearned to lead her back to reality, though his lips remained sealed.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Enfolding her in his embrace, he unraveled his plans, weaving dreams of a future for them both. A music studio for Rena after graduation, nestled in Duefron’s most prestigious locale, and their marriage when she reached 24.
Then she would begin to give birth to their children.
As Waylen spoke, the woman in his arms grew increasingly drowsy, nestling against his neck with a glint of tears at the corner of her eye.
silly girl. Why did she cry?
A tender kiss graced her lips before he gently carried her in his arms and walked back to the bedroom.
The upcoming school anniversary loomed, a mere week away.