Chapter: 1546
In the ever-shifting tides of their relationship with men, Rena chose to go with the flow.

As they ate and later cleaned up the dishes together, Rena couldn't help but appreciate the newfound sense of comfort and companionship.

While Cecilia might not have been accustomed to household chores, she willingly participated under the influence of her brother's advice that Mr. Evans preferred virtuous women.

Believing herself to be virtuous and filled with leisure time, Cecilia enthusiastically embraced the task.

As the clock's hands tenderly reached for eight, Waylen gracefully piloted the golden Bentley Continental GT to a stately halt at the entrance of the apartment building where the Gordon family lived. The car's engine purred into a gentle Lull, and with the softest of clicks, the door locks nestled into place.

Rena's gaze lingered on him, the moon's silver touch illuminating her features.

“Waylen, our relationship is developing too fast," she whispered.

Waylen's lips curved into a knowing smile, his eyes a sea of mysteries.

"Is that so? But I haven't done anything yet."

A rosy hue graced Rena's cheeks, the moonlight painting her with delicate strokes of color.

Although she was inexperienced in love, she understood what he meant. After appreciating her for a while, Waylen felt sorry for her and didn't want to tease her too much.

With a deft touch, he released the seatbelt's hold on Rena, his fingers brushing against her skin in a tantalizing caress. Her chestnut tresses cascaded Like a waterfall, framing her face like a portrait of moonlit elegance.

The interior of the car became an arena of emotions, an unspoken connection that hummed in the air.

Rena's heart fluttered Like a caged bird, its song one of anticipation and uncertainty. She noticed that his eyes carried a desire that was unfamiliar to her.

In this charged atmosphere, Waylen leaned closer.

His voice carried a seductive allure, a melody woven with the secrets of the night.

“I want to kiss you."

In that moment, Rena resembled a young, vulnerable creature, her gaze mirroring that of a baby animal.

Waylen's own desires stirred, a smoldering fire within. He effortlessly enveloped her, his arms becoming a sanctuary.

Rena found herself adrift, uncertainty painting her features. Her delicate fingers hesitated in the air, unsure of their next move.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,“ he commanded, his voice a velvety whisper.

Trepidation held her captive at first, but Rena's fingers found their place on his shoulders, a tentative touch.
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