Gazing into her eyes, Waylen contemplated her revelation. After a prolonged moment of contemplation, he whispered near her ear, "You seem to have taken a Liking to Cecilia. Is it because you Like me?"

Rena's cheeks flushed, her voice filled with defiance.

"I don't like you!" She pouted and moved to clear the table.

However, Waylen swiftly loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves.

“Stop cleaning. I'll take care of it."

His demeanor was unusually relaxed, prompting Rena to fry a few more chicken wings and prepare several snacks for him. She even uncorked a bottle of red wine, pouring him a glass.

Although Waylen rarely indulged in fried food, he found himself captivated by the delectable flavors.

As he savored the wine's rich aroma, a mellow taste danced upon his palate.

Rena's desire burned with intensity, her passion consuming her.

She approached him from behind, her arms encircling his waist as she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss lingered, and Waylen, unable to resist, pulled her onto his lap, causing his remaining half a glass of wine to spill onto the floor.

Yet, they paid no heed to the minor mishap.

Rena hadn't anticipated such audacity, finding herself engaging in passionate intimacy with Waylen in the dining room. Doubts gnawed at her when he sought her confirmation, and she hesitated.

He coaxed her gently, “There's no one else at home. It's actually quite normal to make love outside the bedroom once in a while."

She blushed, her heart racing.

She felt a sense of moral degradation, yet couldn't bring herself to change.

Waylen called her name softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

Rena rested her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist.

After their intimate encounter, Rena was plagued by guilt. The morning brought soreness to her body, a reminder of their passionate tryst.

At the head of the bed lay a white rose, freshly picked by Waylen during his morning run.

Its petals glistening with dew and she found herself smiling as she stared at it with admiration.

Rena cherished the thoughtful gesture.

In her limited experience with relationships, Harold had barely ventured beyond light kisses. With Waylen, Rena had discovered the bliss of physical intimacy.