She had never been so daring. With the driver still up front, she couldn't help but kiss Waylen

She kissed him tenderly...

Unable to resist, Waylen wrapped his arms around her neck, deepening the kiss. The presence of the driver ahead added an element of secrecy and excitement to the encounter...

They kissed each other with fervor. He leaned close to her lips and whispered, "Rena, you've been corrupted by bad examples.”

"Do you like it?"

"| like it very much."

The driver was upfront, diligently navigating the car, yet his ears were slightly flushed.

Half an hour later, the car slowly entered the villa premises.

Waylen sat up and said earnestly, "Drive the car into the underground garage."

The driver nodded.

"Of course, Mr. Fowler.”

The black limousine glided into the underground garage. As soon as the car came toa halt, the driver swiftly opened the door and discreetly left.

Inside the dimly lit car, Waylen kissed Rena passionately. As Rena sat in his arms, she tilted her head with her elegant neck forming a graceful curve. The man couldn't help but kiss her...

Amidst the passionate kisses, their clothes became disheveled.

Embracing her, Rena nibbled on her red lips and urged, “Let's head back to the bedroom."

Waylen gently held her long brown hair and kissed her, his voice husky.

"I can't wait any longer. Let's start here."

Come morning, Rena woke up.

Waylen was no longer beside her. The pillow next to her held a fresh rose, bearing evidence of his presence.

Rena felt content.

Recollections of the intensity from the previous night surfaced. It was somewhat sweet, and especially now, with the child absent, she could relish the moment, leaning against his pillow.

A blush crept onto her cheeks. She hadn't expected herself to be so eager.