His voice laced with flirtation, he whispered, "You look stunning."

Rena's legs weakened under the weight of his seductive advances.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she softly urged, “We're going to be late."

Unwilling to release her, Waylen lifted his hand and checked the time on his watch.

His touch continued to roam her body as he pressed his face into her neck, playfully suggesting, "We can spare a moment for some intimacy."

Then he turned her around and kissed her crazily.

Their passion ignited in the cloakroom, Rena's dress slipping to the floor.

After a blissful interlude that seemed to stretch on forever, they finally concluded their passionate encounter.

Rena felt exhaustion wash over her, making her reluctant to leave.

However, with a patient demeanor, Waylen assisted her in slipping back into the dress and pulled out a diamond necklace from his pocket. With gentle care, he placed it around her delicate neck.

"Do you like it? I personally picked it out," he said, kissing her earlobe and admiring their reflections in the mirror.

Touched by the exquisite and undoubtedly expensive necklace, Rena traced it gently.

What mattered most was the thought and effort Waylen had put into selecting it, completely dissolving any remnants of her earlier anger towards him.

Turning to face him, she embraced his neck and tenderly kissed his chin.

"It's stunning. I love it..."

Waylen smiled.

His voice was husky as he whispered in her ear, "Since you're not angry with me anymore, we can enjoy another passionate encounter once we return..."

As Rena and Waylen got into the car, they realized they were running dangerously late.

Rena sat beside Waylen, avoiding her gaze towards his strikingly handsome face. However, her thoughts wandered, contemplating how long it had been since he last had sex before being with her.

She couldn't shake the feeling that he was filled with desire.

Perhaps sensing her thoughts, Waylen halted the car at a red light.

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his.