Rena, on the other hand, exuded a captivating charm, making him yearn to hold her close.

Since they were in a public elevator, he had to restrain himself.

He settled for gently caressing her face and gazing into her narrow eyes.

They refrained from any further actions, yet the atmosphere in the elevator seemed to ignite, as if engulfed in flames.

Ding! The elevator doors opened.

With Rena's hand in his, Waylen led her to the suite.

In the dim light cast by a small bedside Lamp, he took a moment to admire her beauty.

After a lingering pause, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately.

However, Rena suddenly turned her face away and struggled.

She felt deeply wronged.

What was he doing?

Every day he flirted with the unforgettable woman in his heart, and now, when his desires were aroused, he sought her.

Waylen kissed her chin, his voice hoarse as he inquired, “What's the matter?

Weren't you fine just now?"

She rested her head against the transparent glass of the window, her voice hoarse as she replied, “I didn't go to the club tonight seeking you."

“I know!

But does it matter?

Don't you want this?" Waylen persisted.

“You want this, Rena. Your body has already revealed it to me," Waylen asserted dominantly, Leaving Rena unable to resist.

They engaged in their passionate encounter, though Rena's enthusiasm was not as fervent.

The man's actions were rougher than usual, involuntarily reminded of

Tyrone's adoration for Rena and Harold's Longing for her.