“I mean it, Waylen! If you do not genuinely desire Rena, then bestow her upon me. I yearn for her!"

Waylen harbored genuine affection for Rena, yet the notion of marrying her had never crossed his mind. With his good looks and successful career, if he were to consider marriage, he would have already built a family of his own.

If he were to end his relationship with Rena however, would she find solace in Tyrone's arms?

The mere contemplation of this possibility stirred an undeniable discomfort within him, though he had no outlet for his unease.

It wasn't until midnight that he finally returned to the bedroom.

Rena lay sound asleep, a soft, subdued night light casting a gentle glow.

Waylen's mind was too preoccupied to entertain the thought of taking a shower. Instead, he settled himself beside her, seeking closeness.

Rena lay on her side, seemingly unresponsive.

Yet, he knew she wasn't truly asleep. Drawing her into an embrace from behind, he tenderly kissed her ear, attempting to flirt.

Normally, Rena would enthusiastically engage in physical intimacy with him, but tonight she lacked the ardor.

Although she didn't outright refuse his advances, she acquiesced, allowing him to proceed as he pleased.

She dutifully fulfilled her role, striving to satisfy his desires.

Waylen possessed a potent sexual appetite and, since being with Rena they had engaged in nightly encounters. Despite their quarrel earlier that evening, it did not dampen his urge for physical intimacy.

However, he suddenly noticed her distracted state.

Burying her face into the pillow, she appeared lost in her own thoughts.

"Tell me, what occupies your thoughts?"

Waylen murmured in a hushed tone, his Lips tenderly brushing against hers, his hands gently resting on her slender shoulders. There was a tinge of dissatisfaction in his voice.

Rena blinked, her eyes fluttering open.

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she replied softly, "I was contemplating what to prepare for breakfast tomorrow morning

Waylen gazed at her intently, his deep eyes fixated upon her for an extended moment.

Suddenly, he rolled over, reining in his desires. Rising to his feet, he made his way towards the bathroom.

“The decision is yours," he uttered, a touch of resignation in his voice.