NovelEnglishAfter all, she was only 20 years old in this dream.
Waylen took a deliberate drag from the cigarette, the ember casting a fleeting glow in the dark. With the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, he extinguished it with a purposeful tap. “Do you Like me?” He inquired, his gaze now directed downward.
Rena clung to her silence, steadfastly refusing to voice her feelings. How could she dare to speak such vulnerable words?
Waylen respected her decision, his arms cocooning her within their reassuring embrace. Kisses rained down upon her, a symphony of affection that seemed to bridge their worlds. A gentle pat on her backside signaled their impending departure. “Go back now. Mr. Gordon might be worried.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRena nodded in agreement, her heart fluttering with a mixture of reluctance and anticipation.
With a tender touch, Waylen straightened her dress, his words tinged with emotion. “Don’t hide our relationship,” he entreated, his earnest plea painting a blush across Rena’s cheeks.
Exiting the car with haste, Rena quickly darted into the embrace of the waiting elevator.
As the engine hummed in solitude, Waylen’s gaze remained Locked on her receding figure. His own impatience gnawed at him.
Days had stretched on, brimming with a yearning to bridge the chasm between them.
A connection had sparked swiftly between them, yet his task remained unfinished. According to Mindy’s words, Waylen must suffer for Rena in this dream so that he could take her back to reality.
Until now, he wasn’t close to finding the opportunity to complete his task.
This made him a little anxious.
A new cigarette found its way into Waylen’s hand, the tip igniting with an incandescent glow.
He inhaled deeply, thoughts swirling as he mulled over their complex situation. Intent on departing, Waylen’s gaze caught sight of a commotion ahead. Figures materialized from the darkness, two familiar faces Locked in an intense argument.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRealization dawned his features as he caught side of them.
It was Harold and Aline.
Their heated exchange had witnessed the events of the night unfold, their proximity granting them insight into the scene.
Aline’s grip on Harold’s clothes was fierce, her tears a testament to her emotional turmoil. “Harold, you saw it all. She has a boyfriend now, and she got out of a luxury car just now. What more are you waiting for?”
Harold’s movements were decisive, shaking off Aline’s grasp with a determined resolve.
Aline crumpled to the ground, her sobs punctuating the night air.
“Harold… I love you. Even without Rena, can’t you find it in your heart to love me?”
But Harold’s gaze shifted, directed at Waylen before vanishing into the obscurity of the night.
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