Waylen remained seated at the table.
He yearned to offer her a ride, yet feared the pain of witnessing her departure.
He gazed upon her composed countenance, reminding himself that this was for the best. Finally, he averted his gaze, his voice tinged with hoarseness. “Your uncle’s car awaits downstairs.”
Rena lowered her head, muttering an affirmation.
It was truly over…
As she grasped the doorknob with trembling. fingers, Waylen unexpectedly declared, “Rena, believe it or not, I love you.”
Rena faltered momentarily.
Her fingertips brushed against the cold metal doorknob. She then clenched her teeth and turned it.
Outside, the sun shone brightly.
Mark’s car awaited below, as he had personally come to collect her.
Seated in the car, Rena remained silent, her gaze fixed upon the passing scenery outside the window…
Mark smiled. “What? You have no desire to linger with that scoundrel, do you?”
“No.”
Mark regarded her intently and continued, “By the way, that scoundrel announced to withdraw from the legal profession today, never to return.” Rena visibly recoiled in surprise.
Mark’s smile widened. “If it holds no significance to you, then move on.”
Rena’s heart raced.
She pondered what Waylen’s intentions could possibly be…
Curiosity consumed her thoughts as she pondered why he chose to abandon his legal career on the very day of their divorce.
Rena resolved to cease dwelling on such matters.
She believed it was time to release her worries about him, for their chapter had reached its conclusion.
After Rena’s departure, Waylen found himself alone within the confines of the apartment.
An overwhelming emptiness pervaded the space.
Profound loneliness engulfed him.
Aware of Rena’s impending journey abroad, with Mark’s assistance in securing a three-year visa to Rouemn, he comprehended the extent of her prolonged absence.