Rena's intoxication waned slightly as she realized he had driven them to his apartment.

“Waylen, I wish to return home," she pleaded, her struggle escalating within his grasp, her kicks becoming erratic, disregarding the possibility of striking him.

Waylen emitted a pained groan, grappling with his inner turmoil.

Unable to contain his Longing, he yearned to feel her, his desire mounting, and so he pressed her firmly against the wall, facing the elevator.

Their bodies were tightly pressed together. Though Rena was inebriated, she dared not make a move, acutely aware that provoking him at this moment would be unwise.

With reddened eyes, she inquired, “Waylen, are you trying to coerce me into a sexual encounter?"

Waylen was at a loss, uncertain of how to proceed. He had never encountered a woman as resistant as she was, resistant to his attempts at appeasement.

In recent days, he had contemplated surrendering, abandoning their connection.

Yet, reminiscing about the tenderness she had once shown him, he found himself unable to let go.

“How could I ever harm you?"

His nose gently brushed against hers, his seductive nature weaving its magic.

Having been intimate on numerous occasions, he was well acquainted with her desires.

Rena, a mix of shyness and anger, averted her gaze and firmly stated “Mr. Fowler, control yourself."

Waylen directed his gaze upon her countenance, noting her complexion tinged with a hint of crimson, while his own eyes radiated with brilliance.

Having been separated from her for several days, he now realized the depth of his yearning.

He had always conducted himself with caution, refraining from engaging in passionate encounters in public spaces like the elevator banks

However, his self-restraint had reached its Limit.

He longed to taste her lips, to indulge in a fervent kiss.

Waylen firmly held Rena's chin, pressing her body against his own. The depth of his kiss consumed her, Leaving her breathless.

In her struggle, she vehemently resisted.

She adamantly refused to engage in any form of intimacy with him

Unperturbed, she fought with all her might, her hand inadvertently coming into contact with a solid object above her. It was the frame of a painting.