French window with a glass of wine in his hand, lost in contemplation.

As Rena entered and closed the door behind her, he remained fixated, unaware of her presence.

She lingered at the doorway, her teeth gently gnawing at her lip, deep in thought.

Although she was uncertain about the methods employed by women to please men, she knew that Waylen's desires were purely physical in nature. Thus, she approached him, tenderly embracing him from behind

“Have you completed your work?"

Waylen didn't say anything.

Instead, he slowly drank the rest of the wine in his glass while holding her hand, gently stroking it with his thumb.

Rena wasn't an idiot. Although she had never slept with anyone before, she understood what he meant. Standing on tiptoe, she whispered in his ear, "How about I take a shower first?"

Waylen set his glass down

Without warning, he suddenly scooped her up and plopped her down on top of the counter.

Behind her was the window.

In front of her was Waylen.

Rena could tell that he was in a bad mood, but she didn't know how she had offended him.

Sure enough, when Waylen pressed his lips against hers, Rena could tell that it was just a casual, half-hearted kiss.

But she still kissed him back.

She was inexperienced, so after fumbling around for a while, she wrapped her legs around his waist and asked in a Low voice, “What's the matter with you?"

Waylen tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and studied her face carefully. All of a sudden, he recalled how Harold had grabbed her hand earlier...

He cupped her cheek and asked in a low voice, "How'd you even end up with that bastard?”

Only then did it dawn on Rena.

Waylen was in a foul mood because of what happened between her and

Harold.

Indeed, she used to be in love with Harold. After all, they had been together for four years-but she had never slept with him.