Waylen, however, found himself in a state of arousal.

She narrowly missed kicking him in a sensitive area.

Undeterred, Waylen seized her delicate leg and fixed his gaze upon her with his profound eyes.

“What enjoyment could you possibly find in a loser like Robert?

Can he truly bring you the same level of pleasure I once did? Moreover, am I not the only man you've ever had?"

As Waylen's words Left his lips, his Lust grew even more palpable.

Rena had dated Robert for a mere ten days, and their most intimate moment was when he helped her dry her hair—a trivial gesture.

Waylen was the only one who had truly touched her.

In his arms, Waylen coaxed Rena, pleading, "Rena, please, be good. I want to be with you.”

With those words, he began to unbutton his shirt, his intentions becoming evident.

A soft sob then echoed through the apartment, barely audible.

Waylen froze in place, his actions halted.

Rena curled up beneath him, her voice barely a whisper as she uttered a feeble “no" and confessed that it hurt.

Perplexed, Waylen leaned in and kissed her, insisting, "I haven't done anything yet. How can it hurt?"

Rena opened her eyes.

Her gaze was glistening with tears.

She delicately touched his handsome face and unconsciously revealed,

“It hurt so much during the surgery. When the instruments went in, the pain was unbearable... Waylen, since you weren't there, all I could do was cling to the sheets..."

Rena's voice broke as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She started sobbing so hard.

“It hurt so much. I counted every minute and second during that half-hour. I wished for the pain to end quickly, but it persisted...

The pain was unbearable. Waylen, you were the one who took me to the hospital. Why did you go to see Elvira afterward? You know, when I saw Elvira's glowing face, when I saw her laughing and talking, I felt Like a joke... I'm not even her substitute to you..."