Female NovelShe didn’t know Tyrone’s girlfriend and had no intention of forging a friendship with her.
After all, she knew Waylen all too well, including what he would do once driven by jealousy.
For Tyrone’s sake, she decided to maintain a distance.
Outside the French restaurant, Waylen and Tyrone stood together, smoking peacefully for the first time in years.
Waylen patted Tyrone’s shoulder and complimented, “You have a wonderful girlfriend!”
Looking up, Tyrone exhaled a cloud of smoke and self-deprecatingly remarked, “Is that supposed to console the loser?”
He turned to face Waylen, accusing, “You secretly backed my first business in Heron, didn’t you?”
Waylen remained silent.
He smoked quietly and, after a while, he mockingly added with bitterness, “Because of you, Rena despised me back then! She truly regarded you as her friend!”
Waylen still cared about their relationship to some extent.
Deep down, he knew that Rena had never liked Tyrone romantically.
Besides, every time Tyrone accompanied Rena, it was entirely his own doing. Waylen knew he should blame no one but himself for everything that went wrong between them.
So, he resolved to make amends to Tyrone.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Tyrone took a drag on his cigarette, dropped it on the ground, and extinguished it.
Waylen imparted a lesson to him: pursuing a relationship without financial resources was indeed a burden for women.
Tyrone went back inside the restaurant first, his back evoking a sense of familiarity in Waylen, reminiscent of his younger self from years past.
After the dinner, everyone exchanged polite goodbyes but the gestures seemed empty.
On their way home, Rena remained silent.
With Alexis’ presence, Waylen restrained his urge to speak his mind.
When they reached home, Alexis had already fallen asleep.
Gently holding little Alexis in his arms, Waylen’s eyes and brows softened with tenderness, and Rena followed him.
They went to the little girl’s bedroom together.
Waylen carefully placed the little one on the bed, while Rena changed her into a comfortable pajama and tenderly wiped her hands and feet.
Embracing her delicate waist from behind, Waylen drew Rena closer to him, pressing his body against her back. “Let’s talk, okay?”