He idly toyed with the wine glass resting on the countertop, his gaze profound and contemplative.

Normally, Rena abstained from indulging in alcoholic beverages, adhering to a life of self-discipline.

However, tonight she had taken to drinking, indicating her troubled state of mind. Waylen surmised that he might be the cause.

In a hoarse voice, he queried, “Are you vexed

Rena remained silent, torn between the desire to be truthful and the reluctance to lie.

Following a prolonged silence, Waylen mustered a faint smile and uttered, “Rena, we agreed from the outset that we would enjoy each other's company for a certain period of time and part amicably once we grew weary. What are you doing now?"

Rena gazed at him and softly inquired, "Have you grown weary of it now?"

Waylen instantaneously comprehended her meaning. She wanted to terminate their relationship.

Was it because of Elvira?

Abruptly, Waylen placed her onto the piano.

The piano emitted a melodic note.

Rena struggled, attempting to free herself.

Clad solely in a black silk bathrobe, her bosom inadvertently exposed during her struggles. Observing this, Waylen narrowed his eyes.

He swallowed hard and whispered into her ear, “Why are you so preoccupied with my association with Elvira? Don't be so immature."

Rena appeared lost in a daze.

Veins tinged with blue pulsed on her temples.

Yet, she reined in her emotions.

Lifting her gaze, she implored, “Enlighten me then. What is the mature thing to do?"

Without giving him a chance to speak, she enveloped her arms around his neck, pressing her crimson lips against his in a gentle and affectionate kiss. Taking the lead, she even delved into a passionate kiss, leaving Waylen utterly astonished!

Never before had Rena exhibited such bold and seductive behavior.

His previous disagreement with her slipped from his mind as he had always enjoyed being intimate with her. Now, he became completely immersed in the fervor of their kisses.

The piano continued to fill the room with its harmonious melodies.