Rena delicately adjusted her pajamas, her movements graceful.

After a while, the sound of running water filled the air, signaling

Waylen's shower. He spent approximately 20 minutes within the bathroom before emerging.

The room grew dim as the Lights were extinguished and Rena gently closed her eyes.

She knew he wouldn't seek physical intimacy with her again tonight. And she found solace in that.

Just as she was drifting off into slumber, Waylen whispered in her ear, his words barely audible, “Rena, it was inappropriate for me to interfere in your connection with Tyrone and it was equally inappropriate for you to express your anger in this manner...”

Rena's eyes flickered open.

Her expression remained impassive as she softly inquired, “Do you still wish to continue to have sex with me then?"

Waylen surmised that Rena's anger had reached a profound depth, causing him to tread cautiously amidst her fury.

He delicately whispered in her ear, "He is but a trifling figure. Is it truly worthwhile to unleash such fury upon me?"

The lateness of the hour dissuaded Rena from engaging in a verbal clash with him.

In response, she softened her disposition and tenderly embraced his waist, speaking words of trust.

"I place my faith in you."

Then, she closed her eyes and, after a while, succumbed to slumber.

Waylen, however, found sleep elusive.

As he beheld her cherubic visage, he clenched his teeth in frustration.

Indeed, she was soundly asleep!

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Despite the discord that had transpired between them, she seemed disinclined to engage in communication or seek resolution.

Waylen's temper was far from amiable.

With her aloofness, he refrained from further attempts at appeasement.

The dawn arrived.