He switched on the lights, and soon the villa was bathed in a bright glow.

Then, he tossed Rena onto the bed.

Her soft body bounced gently on the plush mattress. As she tried to escape, he firmly held her hands down on the bed.

Tonight, she was exuding an irresistible allure.

In her anger, her ample bosom heaved, making her even more tempting.

Harold's challenge to his desire and possessiveness had ignited Waylen's uncontrollable lust. With one hand holding hers to prevent her from moving, he used the other to grip her chin and force her into a kiss.

Rena was overwhelmed by his wild and passionate kisses.

She didn't want this with him.

So she shook her head, attempting to break free from his embrace.

“Waylen, don't touch me!” Rena cried out.

Waylen lifted himself off Rena, his breath heavy and his eyes filled with confusion.

"We are a couple. Why can't | touch you?"

After struggling for a long time, Rena lost her strength.

She could only sink into the soft bed and murmured, "Because you make me sick."

Waylen was taken aback by her harsh words, which went beyond his expectations.

He gazed at the woman beneath him.

She said he made her sick?

Didn't she once... love him?

Rena's lips trembled, her nose turning red, but she refused to cry.

"Waylen, if you truly loved me, you would have understood how deeply Elvira hurt me and

Alexis. Our daughter almost died because of that woman!

But what did you do? You took care of her sister when you were supposed to be with your family! You left your entire family behind and went to look after her for so many days!