Its allure was undeniable.

As girls passed by, attempting to capture the man's attention with coy smiles, Waylen's gaze remained fixed solely on Rena.

Approaching him...

He took a deep drag from his cigarette, his cheeks sunken with intensity. His figure appeared even more alluring in the tree's shadow.

Rena couldn't help but acknowledge that with his striking looks, he could easily captivate anyone he desired.

His appearance was truly extraordinary.

Rena walked up to him, inquiring, “Mr. Fowler, what brings you here?”

Waylen discarded his cigarette and extinguished it underfoot.

“Aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?"

Rena stood still, her voice husky as she replied, "Do you want it? If so, let's go to a hotel.”

Waylen furrowed his brow.

“But this is where you reside. Why do you want us to go to a hotel?"

He recollected Rena's aversion to hotels. It was evident that she was currently upset with him.

With a Lowered stance, Waylen implored, “Come on. Why are you still angry after all these days? I really have nothing to do with her!"

Rena remained resolute.

Gazing at his car, she stated, “Mr. Fowler, I am not mad at you or anything. I don't possess the authority to do so. I simply believe that our relationship is better suited for a hotel... Let's take your car.

I'll hail a taxi back later."

Waylen's eyes darkened.

He scrutinized her for a moment before abruptly turning to enter the vehicle.

After fastening her seatbelt, Rena settled in beside him.

Deliberately, Waylen placed a small square box on the center console and turned towards her, remarking, "Stay in the hotel for a night. I fear you won't be able to leave the bed.”

Rena averted her gaze.