Without hesitation, she yanked it from the wall and forcefully struck Waylen's head, causing the sharp metal frame to lacerate his forehead, resulting in a stream of blood.

Waylen paid no heed to the wound on his brow. He maintained his unwavering hold on Rena, locking his gaze deeply into her eyes.

An unmistakable desire still flickered within his intense gaze.

Rena immediately sobered up, gripped by fear

The painting slipped from her grasp, crashing onto the ground. Fearing his retribution, she murmured, "I didn't intend for that to happen."

Waylen remained silent, his expression inscrutable.

Rena bit her Lip and implored, “Let me take you to the hospital."

“No, I'LL simply bandage it at home.”

“Waylen, we should go to the hospital!"

Waylen's eyes held profound depths, revealing a myriad of emotions

He delicately caressed her delicate visage, his voice softening as he uttered, "What's wrong, Rena? Are you afraid that I will inflict harm upon you if you follow me in or that the sight of familiar surroundings will evoke sorrow? Fear not, for I am incapable of harming you now.

Rena hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions.

Releasing his grip on her, Waylen appeared remarkably composed.

“Causing intentional harm can lead to a prison sentence of at least one year," he stated calmly.

Rena seethed with anger.

He was truly contemptible and shameless!

Waylen tenderly wiped away the blood, a mischievous smile gracing his lips.

“Or perhaps you wish to inform the judge that you injured me because I desired a sexual encounter with you?"

Rena's fists clenched tightly.

After a moment's pause, she reluctantly pressed the elevator button, surrendering to the compromise.

Waylen concealed his wound with a tissue and followed her into the ascending elevator. Midway, he suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with emotion.

"Rena, I have no regrets."