However... I cannot repay you emotionally."

Waylen's response came in a chilling tone, “So what will be your method of repayment? Sex?"

Abruptly, Rena gazed up at him.

Her eyes, brimming with tears, appeared even more dewy than usual.

Waylen stared at her icily, refusing to indulge her.

He had done all of this for her without expecting anything in return.

Even if he struggled to win her back, he would continue to assist her.

But she purposely misconstrued his intentions.

Waylen rose gently from his seat.

He uttered, "That's fine. It's truly exhilarating for me."

Rena's complexion turned pale.

Leaning in, Waylen whispered in her ear, “Miss Gordon, if you're unwilling to take things further, then we'll limit ourselves to physical encounters, but... don't cry then."

He caressed her face and added, "I really want to see you cry under me."

Having spoken those words, Waylen prepared to step out for a cigarette.

But then, a slender arm tenderly grabbed hold of him...

“Waylen."

Rena met his gaze, uncertainty etched across her face.

Waylen peered down at her with profound eyes.

Rena felt immense embarrassment, her voice breaking as she sobbed.

“Waylen, I am really grateful, and..."

Waylen's heart softened.

He extended his hand to caress her long, chestnut-brown hair, his voice husky as he murmured, “I'm just going outside for a smoke, Rena. I didn't sleep Last night and this morning they drew 500 milliliters of blood from me. I'm exhausted. Even if you were to undress before me, I may not have the energy to engage in intimacy with you."