He resisted their marriage.

"There are many more photos!

Mrs. Fowler, you hired private detectives to follow me and take pictures, right? Isn't that what you wanted? I'll satisfy you now. Why are you crying instead of being happy... Huh?"

Waylen started unbuttoning his shirt, deliberately doing it slowly with his slender fingers, one button at a time, revealing his strong, muscular body.

Rena cried out in fear, "Waylen, I'm pregnant!"

"You're in your second trimester, so it'll be fine.”

"heard that pregnant women are particularly sensitive.”

"really want to give it a try. You should experience whether I'm still the demon in bed."

He spoke crudely and claimed her in an instant.

His roughness hurt Rena.

Her face turned pale due to the pain. She gripped the sheets tightly and endured his anger... Her eyebrows were fluttering due to excitement, making her look very alluring.

Waylen gently touched that part and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You've cried and moaned like this under my body. Do you still deny that you want it? Huh?"

Rena was left speechless.

Drops of scorching sweat dripped down, causing her body to tremble. She couldn't help but hold onto his shoulders and back.

“Waylen, you bastard!"

“Let me go!"

“Waylen, do you know... | misses you so much..."

After the intense lovemaking, Rena soaked in the bathtub for a long time. She finally got up and put on a bathrobe when her body was covered with a pinkish hue. She slightly closed the bathrobe and walked back to the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, Waylen stood by the window, a faint smell of tobacco lingering in the air.

He was still wearing his clothes from earlier.

The memory of their recent encounter filled Rena with shame. She felt filthy while he remained neatly dressed, having only taken off his shirt and belt.

At this thought an unbearable sense of shame possessed her.