She had no desire to engage in conversation with him.

Darren, satisfied with Waylen's presence, reproached Rena for her apparent rudeness.

“Rena, don't be impolite. Escort Waylen downstairs," he instructed.

Rena reluctantly complied.

She hoped to convey her message clearly to Waylen that she didn't want him to return to her home.

Silently donning her coat, she followed Waylen downstairs

Waylen opened the car door, inviting Rena to talk inside his car

However, Rena stood her ground.

"No, let's talk here," she insisted.

Waylen lowered his head and lit a cigarette, taking a drag before asking with a smile, "What did you want to say? That you don't want me to come back to your home anymore?”

She fixed her gaze on him, determined to assert herself.

Waylen pressed her against the car, leaning in closer as he whispered,

“When I kissed you earlier, your body responded. Why aren't you willing to be with me?"

He attempted to reignite her passion with a gentle kiss

Initially, Rena resisted, struggling against his advances. But eventually, she relented and allowed him to continue.

After what felt Like an eternity, she finally mustered the courage to ask softly, "Waylen, do you love me?"

Waylen's body froze as he heard Rena's words

Slowly, he released his grip on her and lit another cigarette, smoking in silence.

Rena had anticipated his reaction, but it still saddened her.

She straightened herself up and, after a moment of silence, spoke in a low voice.

“Waylen, what you want is just a physical relationship. But I desire love, and I even dream of marriage. It's not suitable for us to be together. When you grow tired of me and my body someday, resentment will be all that remains."

Waylen threw the cigarette butt on the ground and extinguished it with his foot.