Bowing his head, he yearned to kiss her.

“Miss Gordon, are you truly a fearless soul? Do you truly wish to cleanse my innermost being? How about... we start with my body first?

What do you think?"

As he said this, he advanced towards the bathroom while carrying Rena in his arms.

After approximately five minutes had passed, movement resonated from within the bathroom.

Rena gasped, pleading for mercy...

They engaged in passionate intimacy. Rena displayed no inhibitions, eagerly cooperating with Waylen. However, once it concluded, his interest waned.

Having abstained from sexual gratification for days, Waylen had desperately sought relief. Yet, now that it was done, he lacked the inclination to repeat the act with her.

He felt a sense of satisfaction, a thrilling experience, yet it differed from before.

Something was amiss.

Clad in a bathrobe, Waylen leaned against the headboard.

As Rena emerged from the bathroom, she realized he would not engage in another encounter that night. Consequently, she began to dress herself.

Quietly, Waylen observed her.

Her gaze dropped, giving the impression of submission but he knew it to be a mere facade.

By nature, she was truly volatile, quick to ignite.

During her time with Harold, Waylen had never heard Rena raising her voice at him. Contemplating this, a tinge of jealousy crept into Waylen's heart.

Men tended to be affected, to varying degrees, by such matters.

Waylen casually Lit a cigarette and asked, “How much longer will you remain at odds with me?"

Rena remained silent.

Waylen flicked away the ash from his cigarette

“You desire financial support, don't you? I am willing to invest. You can pursue whatever you wish in the future, whether it be for business or pleasure. I will instruct the servant to prepare dinner for us. You can relax and it will not disrupt our lives," he said in a gentle tones,

Rena entered a trance-like state for a moment.