The moment she hung up, Waylen had pulled her over and firmly pressed her down on the piano.

Her lithe figure lay beneath him and the piano seemed to resonate, as if lamenting...

Looking down at the woman beneath him, Waylen asked in a low, deep voice, "Rena, do you fancy that kind of boy?"

Rena felt both embarrassed and infuriated.

“That's none of your business, Waylen. Let go of me.”

He didn't release his hold.

He didn't know why, but he felt so angry.

They had divorced, yet she...

He couldn't let her go. Instead, he sensually caressed her body with his slender fingers, and then decisively unbuttoned her skirt.

"Ms. Gordon, are you really so desperate? Can a boy like that satisfy you? How about... Let's fulfill each other's desires. After all, we've done it countless times before. | believe even if you don't like me, you still yearn for my touch...

What do you say? | don't mind being his substitute this time.”

He whispered in her ear, "Turn off the light. You can hold me all you want and call me sweetheart. Just pretend I'm him. I'm certain you'll soon..

Waylen knew he shouldn't be doing this. Rena's rejection earlier had severely wounded his pride.

He had really just come to see Alexis tonight but his temper flared when he heard the boy charming Rena.

"Do you enjoy flirting with men this much? When you do, make sure to avoid involving the children, okay?”

Rena felt a blend of shyness and anger.

She didn't dare to raise her voice. If Alexis awakened and came downstairs, she would see them...

Waylen undid all of Rena's buttons.

He kissed her chin and cajoled, "How did he satisfy you in the past? Tell me. | won't perform worse than him..."

As he asked, his hand slid under Rena's clothes.

Amoan escaped her lips.

A large mirror was positioned beside the piano and if Rena turned her head, she could see herself being manipulated and twisted by him.