“Cease these words!" he implored.

“Why?" Rena provocatively inquired.

“Waylen, did you come to me solely for the purpose of sexual gratification? Shall we engage in a rendezvous within this car?" she suggested.

Waylen buttoned up his shirt resolutely.

Facing forward, he stated, “Rena, you're intoxicated."

Rena nestled against the seat, her expression adorned with a gentle smile.

Even in her intoxicated state, she could discern his anger.

Rena closed her eyes, slipped off her high heels and uttered, “Take me home!"

Waylen wished to avoid conversing with her, yet he found himself unable to resist turning towards her.

“Rena... You've been arguing with me for so long and, just now, you intentionally humiliated me. I refuse to believe that you are unaware of my affection for you."

No one but Rena could treat him in such a manner!

Nonchalantly, Rena replied, “I appreciate your sentiment, Mr. Fowler.”

With that, she closed her eyes once more.

Clearly, she remained unfazed.

Though Waylen had no intentions of engaging in intimacy with her at this moment, he yearned for her presence dearly.

Whispering into her ear, he confessed, “Rena, I miss you so much."

Rena offered no response.

Gritting his teeth, Waylen drove back to his apartment.

Alighting from the car, he expected some resistance from Rena. To his surprise, she had succumbed to slumber, Likely due to her inebriated state.

Waylen regained his composure.

He closed the door and gazed upon her.

Having been apart for a few days, he noticed the weight she had Lost.