Female NovelTyrone held great significance as a cherished friend, and Rena did not wish to treat him with anything less than utmost sincerity.
She spoke softly, her voice imbued with tenderness. “Tyrone, can you give me some time to gather my thoughts and find calmness within?”
Tyrone lowered his gaze to meet hers, silence lingering between them or an extended moment. Finally, he inquired gently, “In truth, this is not an outright rejection, is it?”
Rena attempted to respond but her words were carried away by the wind…
Not far off, a golden Bentley Continental GT was parked.
Seated within the confines of his car, Waylen observed the scene unfolding before him in silence. The glow of the streetlamp illuminated his striking visage, revealing no trace of emotion.
His eyes fixated on Rena, who cast a tender gaze towards Tyrone.
He observed as Tyrone gracefully opened the car door, his hand gently securing Rena’s waist.
He witnessed Rena taking her place in the passenger seat of Tyrone’s vehicle… ;
Had Rena accepied Tyrone’s advances?
Were they going to be together? ;
Waylen followed them as Tyrone drove Rena home, and his car remained stationed outside Rena’s apartment throughout the night.
In the early hours of the morning, Rena embarked on a leisurely stroll alongside Snowball, her faithful canine companion.
The sun-drenched season of summer enveloped her, as she adorned herself in a pristine ensemble of white sportswear, showcasing her slender legs, a sight that captivated onlookers.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
At that moment, Waylen caught sight of Rena and an involuntary movement of his Adam’s apple betrayed the intrigue that stirred within him.
Stepping out of his vehicle, he fixed his gaze upon Rena and inquired, “Shall we walk the dog together?”
Rena gracefully brushed past him, taking hold of Snowball’s leash and proceeding towards the shimmering lake.
In a surprising turn, Snowball pivoted around and let out a sharp bark aimed at Waylen.
Lowering his head, Waylen ignited a cigarette and wordlessly trailed behind Rena, conceding to her silence.
Rena, unfazed by his presence, continued her stride, devoting an entire hour to the dog’s exercise before indulging in a nourishing breakfast.
Upon her return, she procured some bread and milk.
As she ascended the stairs to her apartment, Waylen abruptly seized her wrist and inquired, “Are you really with him now?”
Rena stood frozen, a moment of bewilderment washing over her.
In that instant, realization dawned upon her. Waylen must have witnessed her encounter with Tyrone the previous night, doggedly trailing her to this very place.
Meeting his gaze with an icy stare, Rena uttered, “Mr. Fowler, our have no obligation to divulge such information.”