“Mr. Fowler, is this the mature thing to do?" Rena inquired, her tone remarkably composed.

Waylen lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her.

Rena bestowed a radiant smile upon him.

“I apologize, Mr. Fowler. I overstepped tonight. It won't happen again," she declared, her voice laced with sarcasm. Pausing for a moment, she continued, her words dripping with irony, “I shall always remember my duties!"

Waylen's eyes narrowed, a glimmer of emotion flickering within.

Gently, he caressed her face.

In that moment, he struggled to decipher his own sentiments.

He hoped she would act sensibly and uphold their agreement. However, witnessing her compliance, he couldn't help but recall the occasions when he had caught her gazing at Harold with undeniable affection.

Had she reserved most of her love for Harold, offering him merely a fraction?

He was once complacent, believing she really adored him. He even felt sorry for her, thinking she would be pained by his reunion with his ex-girlfriend. But now, everything turned out like a bad joke.

A scornful smirk adorned Waylen's face.

He pressed her against him, his intentions clear.

Tonight, he would explore all the positions they had never attempted before!

Rena indulged in their kisses for a brief moment before nonchalantly stating, “I'm menstruating."

“What ?"

“Waylen, I'm on my period," she reiterated.

Waylen paused, his eyes brimming with desire.

Perhaps unable to contain himself any Longer, he pulled Rena into his embrace to confirm the truth of her words.

“Waylen! No! You despicable scoundrel!"

Waylen released his grip on her and sank into the chair. Retrieving a cigarette, he leisurely lit it, savoring the slow exhale of smoke.

Rena swiftly donned her bathrobe, her body still trembling. It was difficult to discern whether it was due to the allure he had exerted over her or the anger that coursed through her veins.

With a cigarette held delicately between his slender fingers, Waylen created elegant smoke rings, obscuring their faces from each other's view.