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.