However, after Waylen's phone rang, she didn't hear anything after. She was worried and gently pushed the door open.

Waylen was standing with his back to her.

Rena couldn't see his face, but he looked a little lonely.

Her intuition told her that he was missing someone.

She didn't want to disturb him, so she turned to leave as quietly as a mouse.

"Stop!"

Behind her came Waylen's hoarse voice.

Rena stopped in her tracks. The next second, she felt a pair of strong arms hug her from behind.

Waylen gently kissed her neck, and then whispered in her ear, "You came here because you want me, didn't you?"

Rena gulped. She couldn't deny it for she did want him, but for a good reason.

But she knew that Waylen was emotionally unstable now. Even if he had sex with her now, he might not admit to it afterwards.

However, she found herself unable to resist him at all.

The cityscape outside the window was beautiful.

But at this moment, Rena wasn't paying attention to the scenery. Right in front of the French window, she was pressed against the glass and her hands were pinned above her head.

Waylen lowered his head and started planting kisses on her neck, a gesture that made Rena moan.

He was the one who had drank, but instead Rene was the one who looked intoxicated.

ALL of a sudden, the man stopped.

Rena's red lips parted slightly.

“Waylen... Why'd you stop?"

The Lust in Waylen's eyes had already completely disappeared.

He took a step back and said coldly, "Sorry, Miss Gordon. I was drunk and wasn't thinking straight."

At that moment, all the color drained from Rena's face.