Novel Legend
Chapter 51
Waylen’s warm breath caressed her skin as he whispered in her ear, “Nearly one o’clock in the morning! Just give me a minute. I will drive you home later.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
Rena remained motionless, obediently resting in his arms.
Suddenly, a chuckle escaped Waylen’s lips, his disposition inexplicably lifted. He gently caressed her face and remarked, “Are you so easily taken advantage of? Is this your way of repaying me or savoring the moment?”
Rena felt exposed, her thoughts laid bare, provoking a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.
She decided to pay him no heed, promptly relocating to the passenger seat.
Waylen glanced in her direction.
Blushing, Rena implored, “Mr. Fowler, please transport me home.”
Waylen discerned the faint blush adorning her visage.
It took him aback slightly. After all, she had spent four years alongside Harold. One would assume she had encountered numerous intimate situations. Why, then, did she blush so readily?
Admittedly, Waylen held an affection for Rena.
He accompanied Rena to her humble abode, which turned out to be an aged apartment complex. Softly, Rena ex pressed her gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Fowler.”
Waylen lowered the car window, casting a gaze upon the dilapidated complex and then directed his attention to Rena’s delicate frame.
In truth, he was well aware of the trials and tribulations she had endured. Yet she made no entreaties, no requests of him never once.
For a fleeting moment, a pang of sympathy overcame him.
He even contemplated making an exception to assist her!
However, this notion swiftly vanished. Rena’s place within his heart was not elevated enough to warrant such actions at present.
Rena took the stairs since the old apartment building wasn’t equipped with elevators.
Upon reaching the second floor, her eyes couldn’t resist stealing a glance downward.
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There, parked incongruously amidst the aging apartment complex, stood Waylen’s car, the opulent golden Bentley Continental GT. This locale was not befitting of a person of
Waylen’s stature.
Rena mused to herself, speculating that someplace like a lavish soiree was where he truly belonged.
She resolved to erase tonight’s events from her mind.
Unable to bear the sight of his car any longer, Rena hastened her ascent.
Waylen lingered until the luminous glow emanated from the top floor.
Waylen was oblivious to the fact that a mysterious black sports car lay concealed in the shadows. Its owner had patiently waited there for over two hours.