Rena's reluctance to leave the car was evident.

She remained seated, her eyes fixed upon Waylen

Delicate and flawless, her face bore a trace of grievance, particularly in the corners of her moist eyes.

Waylen leaned down and gently lifted her out of the car, offering,

“Would you prefer to walk on your own or shall I carry you?"

Fearful of attracting unwanted attention, Rena requested to be put down, her voice tinged with hesitation.

“Waylen, I don't want to be entangled in your Love affairs."

Waylen obliged, placing her back on her feet.

His gaze roamed deeply over Rena, from her face to her slender shoulders and the elegance of her dress.

After a prolonged silence, he uttered in a hoarse voice, "Your dress is truly exquisite!"

Rena's face flushed with anger, her frustration evident.

She had spent considerable time with Waylen and understood his strong sexual desires. If she were to wear something more alluring, she knew it would ignite his passion, regardless of the time or place.

Yet, she found no honor in being objectified

She was merely a woman he played with, while Elvira held an unforgettable place in his heart.

As they arrived at the hotel's front desk, Waylen presented his identification card and withdrew a handful of banknotes.

The receptionist discreetly scanned him from head to toe while assisting with the check-in process

Waylen, a renowned eligible bachelor in Duefron, was rumored to have a girlfriend. The beautiful woman beside him was assumed to be his significant other.

Curiosity glimmered in the receptionist's eyes as she handed over the room card.

“Room 3601. Wishing you a pleasant night, Mr. Fowler."

He accepted the room card, maintaining composure even in such circumstances.

Rena, however, felt a discomfiting unease coursing through her body

This was her first time in a hotel with a man, and it left her feeling uneasy.