Female NovelHence, Rena had no intention of intervening. She not only trusted Waylen but also had confidence in herself. She firmly believed that the new her could captivate his attention entirely.
Rena was on the verge of mingling with the other guests, eager to enjoy the evening’s festivities.
Just then, her secretary approached, informing her, “Miss Gordon, there’s a phone call for you.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Waylen encountered Elvira inside an office room on the top floor of the hotel.
Two staff members were also present in the room.
Elvira had chosen to wear a stunning fiery red dress for the occasion, but her careless disregard for her private life detracted from her overall appearance. Her slender frame, combined with the vibrant dress, gave her an unsettling vibe.
Seated behind the desk, Waylen exuded a timeless handsomeness, even in his thirties.
Elvira couldn’t help but recall a public relations photo where he stood contentedly with his wife and daughter, wearing a satisfied smile.
Memories of him kissing Rena in public haunted Elvira’s mind, causing her tears to smudge her eyeliner. Tearfully, she pleaded, “Waylen, I refuse to believe that you’ll forget our unforgettable past, or that you’ll truly fall in love with Rena.”
Waylen calmly lit a cigarette, his slender fingers gracefully holding the smoke between them, exuding an air of composure.
Looking at Elvira without a hint of emotion, he replied, “If you hadn’t threatened to jump from this hotel, I wouldn’t even be seeing you now. Elvira… I don’t wish to dwell on who was right or wrong in the past. I only want to stress that you must stop pestering me.”
Her lips trembling, Elvira questioned desperately, “Do you not care at all if I were to jump from here?”
Her expression verged on madness. “You can’t leave me. You love me.”
In a cold, detached voice, Waylen responded, “Elvira, I have shown immense patience and tolerance. If… If you insist on taking such drastic measures, the hotel’s security will have your body moved to a dark alley within minutes, waiting for your family to claim it. And the blood on the ground will be swiftly washed away like nothing has happened.”
His tone remained composed.
Not a trace of nostalgia for their past could be found in his eyes.
Lifting his hand, Waylen took a drag from his cigarette.
In that moment, he knew with absolute certainty that what he admired was a woman like Rena – someone who would never harm herself or others for love or any man.
Despite moments of anger that left him clenching his teeth when she rejected him, he couldn’t help but pursue her.
In his early thirties, he was resolute that Rena was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Elvira chuckled.
Her voice softened as she said, “Waylen, every aspect of you remains irresistibly attractive to me. What am I to do? I can’t bear the thought of you being with someone else. Rena will be arriving soon, and when she sees us together, do you think it will trigger a reaction in her? Will she obediently stay in your arms and let you kiss her once again?”