Female Novel“Is it because of Waylen?”
Rena did tot deny it.
Her connection with Tyrone had never been deeply rooted, She did not wish to drag him into her troubles, We deserved a life of happiness, for she believed herself unworthy of his sacrifice,
Tyrone exhaled a slow stream of smoke,
The traffic light shifted to green, He pressed on the accelerator, driving Rena back to her apartment,
Leaning against the backrest, he murmured tenderly, “Rena, I harbored feelings for you long ayo, Lonce relinquished hope. V/hen I witnessed Waylen’’s affection for you during that altercation with Harold at the club, I surrendered, knowing I could not triumph over him. The Larsons could never overcome the Fowlers.
However, this time… I refuse to surrender.”
Turning his gaze towards her, Tyrone declared, “Even if it means losing everything.”
Rena found herself at a loss for words, unable to articulate a response.
She never made any promises to Tyrone, but he was still willing to take such a daring leap for her, If she were in her early twenties, she would undoubtedly join him in the uncertainties of life. However, at the age of 25, she had surpassed the impulsive stage,
“Tyrone,”
Rena closed her eyes gently, grappling with the weight of her emotions. She longed to apologize, but she then recalled the feelings she had harbored for someone else in the past.
There was no fault in having feelings for someone.
Observing Rena’s solemn demeanor, Tyrone let out a chuckle.
He reassured her, “Rena, it’s a burden I willingly bear as a man. You needn’t carry this psychological weight.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
How could Rena possibly be devoid of any burden?
Returning to her apartment, she settled quietly on the sofa.
Snowball, her faithful companion, nestled beside her.
Her phone lay within reach. After a night filled with hesitation, eventually she refrained from dialing Waylen’s number.
For the next two weeks, Rena did not cross paths with Tyrone.
However, she frequently encountered news in the financial realm, often catching glimpses of Typhoon Technology, the company Tyrone owned, making headlines. Unfavorable economic reports, including disruptions in its funding chain, marred the company’s reputation.
Rena reached out to Vera, inviting her for a coffee outing.
At half past two in the afternoon, Vera arrived, radiating a sense of well-being.
Seated across from Rena, she remarked, “You’ve been so busy lately and I
hardly see you anymore. So are you asking me out because of Tyrone?”