When it came to behaving like a rogue, women were never a match for men.

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

Waylen let out a soft chuckle, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Rising from the edge of the bed, he nonchalantly adjusted his pants‘ belt in front of her, deliberately prolonging the act to convey a sense of mockery...

Rena knew this was quintessential Waylen.

He was highly accomplished, a renowned figure in the realm of law and financial prodigy. Moreover, he belonged to that particular circle, where men excelled at toying with and exerting control over women.

Enraged, Rena couldn't resist delivering a swift kick at him.

However, Waylen effortlessly caught her leg and advanced toward her, assuming a dominant posture.

“Don't move, Rena!

Usually, I genuinely care about how you feel.

You wouldn't like those what we haven't tried."

Tears shimmered in Rena's eyes, reflecting a mixture of emotions.

Waylen yearned to touch her once more but he clenched his jaw and departed instead.

As he left, the door slammed shut, resonating with finality.

Rena couldn't help but feel that she had brought unhappiness upon this noble man. Yet, whether he was happy or not was of no consequence to her.

Unwilling to move, she pulled the quilt up and drifted into slumber.

Upon awakening, she found herself clutching a pillow tightly.

Almost instinctively, she whispered, “Waylen..."

Suddenly, her eyes widened in realization.

Not Waylen!

How could it be him? They had broken up the previous night...

Rena rubbed her eyes, which were sore and weary. Just as she was about to freshen up, a call from Paisley interrupted her thoughts.