With a frigid tone, she expressed “I have no right to harbor anger, nor is there any necessity for it

"So you are angry," he observed.

Waylen gently tugged her back into his comforting embrace.

In the early hours of the morning, the man's desires burned passionately.

His Lips pressed against the nape of her neck, softly nibbling. There was a certain longing in him to share an intimate moment with her.

Rena found herself unable to bear it any longer and questioned,

“Waylen, aren't you supposed to be heading to the hospital?"

“I'm not going anywhere until I've lavished you with care and made you feel better," he assured.

A wave of fury washed over Rena.

She extended her leg, aiming to kick him away, but he deftly caught her in his legs. With determination, he pinned her against the kitchen counter, an exhibition that evoked a sense of shame.

Waylen held her captive, savoring the moment at his leisure.

“Have you Longed for my presence during these days?" he inquired, his words dripping with the allure of a seasoned man. Undeniably, he possessed a charm that appealed to women.

Rena ceased struggling and simply allowed him to proceed.

However, she withheld her response.

Furthermore, she uttered icily, "No, I haven't.”

She hadn't?

Waylen found it difficult to believe.

He recollected the fervor and elation she radiated when they were together in the past. Fueled by curiosity, he dared to investigate within the confines of the small kitchen, only to discover that Rena's words rang true...

She hadn't yearned for him in the slightest.

In that moment, a profound sense of defeat consumed Waylen.

He couldn't fathom Rena's frosty indifference.

Without uttering a word, he clung tightly to her and pressed his Lips against hers.