A torrent of emotions swept over her â surprise, embarrassment, and a strange fluttering in her chest.
The image had left an indelible mark on her heart, a mark that she couldnât ignore.
As if in a daze, Rena threw off her blanket and hurriedly left her room.
The events of Last night flashed before her eyes.
In the hushed tranquility of the Living room, Eloise was busy with her culinary pursuits.
The aroma of fresh dumplings filled the air as Renaâs footsteps echoed softly.
Eloiseâs voice was warm, a stark contrast to Renaâs turbulent thoughts.
âRena, breakfast is on the table.
Finish up and get ready for school.
â
Rena lingered at the kitchen doorway, her fingers nervously tangling in her unruly brown hair.
She took a deep breath, her voice a soft murmur.
âEloise, the man who came to the house Last night⦠Heâs not my boyfriend.
â
Eloiseâs response was a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement .
Renaâs words were met with skepticism because Waylen had played chess with Darren until one oâclock in the morning, which made Eloise believe that Waylen was indeed Renaâs boyfriend.
Rena couldnât explain it clearly.
With a resigned sigh, she gathered her resolve, freshened up, and collected her breakfast.
Her steps echoed on the stairs as she descended, her thoughts racing.
Then she heard Eloise sighing behind her, âWaylen is nice.
I think heâs better than Harold.
â
Vera, her ever-faithful friend, was tasked with a new mission which was to gather information about Waylenâs law office.
Renaâs determination burned brightly as she set her sights on the truth.
The clockâs hands crept toward half-past nine, and Rena found herself standing before the grand entrance of the Sterling Law Firm.
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The building exuded an air of significance, its towering presence a testament to the success held within its walls.
A poised and professional receptionist greeted Rena, her sweet voice a soothing balm to her nerves.
âMiss, what can I do for you?â
Renaâs fingers worriedly toyed with her bag strap as she made her request.
âI would Like to meet Mr.
Waylen Fowler.
â
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A soft smile graced the receptionistâs lips as she dialed an internal number.
âJazlyn, thereâs a lady here to see Mr.
Fowler⦠Is he available?â
The response was swift, a silent conversation that Rena couldnât decipher.
Her anticipation grew as the receptionistâs gaze met hers once more, her words carrying a note of eagerness as she said, âMiss Gordon, please follow me.
Mr.
Fowler is expecting you.
â
Rena was confused.
Navigating the floors with practiced ease, the receptionist led Rena to the 12th floor.
There was only an office and a small meeting room there.
Standing in front of the blinds in his office, Waylen looked at the view outside the window quietly.
Jazlyn smiled behind him and said, âMr.
Fowler, Miss Gordon will be here soon.
â