Rena gazed at him with deep affection.

Witnessing her in such a state, Waylen deepened their kiss further.

Yet, amidst their fervent exchange, Waylen's phone erupted in a persistent ring. The incessant ringing persisted, as Waylen continued to kiss Rena, seemingly oblivious to his phone's clamor. However,

Rena's concentration wavered due to the persistent interruptions. She gently nudged him and uttered, “Your phone...”

“Pay it no mind!" Waylen responded, intensifying their kiss with heightened fervor.

The phone stopped ringing but after a while, it rang again.

Rena kissed his lips and said, “Answer the phone. Let's continue later!"

Waylen stared at her for a long time before letting go of her and answered the phone.

“Hello? Oh, Mr. Coleman.”

Rena gracefully slipped into Waylen's shirt, intending to retreat back to the bedroom to give him privacy.

However, her movement was halted as Waylen firmly grasped her, his hand gently caressing her slender waist, exploring the contours of her body.

Succumbing to his touch, she found solace within his embrace.

Waylen lowered his gaze, his countenance now exuding an irresistible charm. Handsome as ever, Rena couldn't resist planting a tender kiss upon his chin, though the slight prickling sensation of his stubble made her slightly uneasy.

Locked in his gaze, Waylen engaged in a conversation with Lyndon over the phone.

Lyndon's voice brimmed with excitement as he exclaimed, “Waylen, I've located the intermediary for the jewelry! With this breakthrough, finding my daughter won't be a daunting task anymore."

Waylen grazed his fingertips across Rena's Lips, a soft smile adorning his face as he responded, “Congratulations.”

A tinge of melancholy then tinged Lyndon's voice.

He sighed heavily and added, “However, that intermediary was involved in a car accident two days ago and remains in a coma. I fear the possibility of him being left in a vegetative state. If that were to occur, I might never reunite with Reina and my daughter."

Waylen took a deep breath, his focus momentarily shifting.

In response, Rena gently nibbled on his finger, her gaze fixed upon him.

Lyndon furrowed his brow, concern etched in his voice as he inquired,

“What's troubling you, Waylen?”