Their silhouettes were displayed on the television screen, intertwined in an intimate embrace.

Waylen's patience had reached its Limit.

Never had he showered a woman with such patience or shown such accommodation before.

In a burst of anger, he grasped Rena's exquisite chin firmly and planted a forceful kiss upon her...

Yet, Rena had no desire for this encounter at the moment.

Despite her lack of enthusiasm, she didn't push him away. Instead, she encircled her arms around his neck and engaged in a passionate kiss.

Soon enough, Waylen's arousal grew.

I want it Caressing Rena's face, he uttered in a husky voice,

Rena reciprocated, her touch mirroring his own on his handsome face.

Arching her body, she whispered into his ear, her voice a mere breath,

“Not in the apartment, Waylen... Our kind of relationship is only suited for encounters in hotels. And please refrain from mentioning the phrase ‘our home,‘ as it would taint what we have."

Waylen halted his actions.

He straightened up and peered down at her.

Her visage boasted a fair complexion and captivating features.

However, it appeared that she harbored no genuine emotions for him.

Their recent intimacy was merely a game to her...

With slender fingers, he gently caressed her eyebrows, his favorite spot to touch.

A shiver coursed through Rena's body.

Waylen, too, was filled with anger. Despite his current desire, his self-esteem forbade him from proceeding further.

Bending down, he nibbled gently on her earlobe.

“Miss Gordon, you're absolutely right! I ended things with Elvira but our fathers are friends. The connection I had with her could never compare to what I share with you... If you wish to Leave, so be it, but my dear, don't come to regret it!"

He continued, his tone filled with bitterness, "I suppose you've grown accustomed to unrestrained pleasure with me. I fear that if you were to leave me abruptly, you'd be left craving for it."