Rena was taken aback.

She knew exactly what he meant. He desired to seek solace in the act of physical intimacy within the confines of her apartment, using it as a means to release his pent-up anger.

Rena turned her head, gazing out of the window.

After a while, she nodded in reluctant agreement.

Waylen accelerated, consumed by anger, causing the car to speed recklessly until they reached Rena's apartment building.

Rena led him inside, her heart burdened with humiliation.

“What would you Like to drink?" she timidly inquired.

But before she could finish her sentence, he forcefully pressed her against the sofa.

Her long, brown locks cascaded over the light-colored upholstery, creating a visually striking contrast that captivated Waylen's attention. Moreover, the fact that this was her solitary abode added an element of excitement for him.

He showed no tenderness.

After engaging in intimate acts once, Rena yearned for respite, but his desires remained unsatisfied.

“One more time!" he demanded.

Rena's eyes glistened with tears, yet she found herself unable to refuse.

Time passed and her phone persistently rang.

With Waylen's weight pressing down on her hands, she couldn't answer, but the calls continued incessantly. Waylen snatched the phone and glanced at it.

It was a call from Harold.

He put the phone on speaker, all the while continuing his intimate encounter with Rena.

“Rena! Rena.

Waylen fixed his gaze upon Rena, his eyes filled with intensity. She bit her lip, her nose reddened.

Provocatively, he increased the intensity of his movements!

Upon hearing the sounds emanating from the other end of the call,

Harold was left dumbfounded.