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."