“Waylen!""

Rena's petite frame was ensnared by his grip. She reached out and struck his shoulder forcefully.

He was acting recklessly.

This was the hospital ward. Her father and stepmother could awaken at any moment...

The moment of the kiss had passed, leaving behind a trail of exhilaration.

Their breaths were unbridled, charged with desire...

Rena sought solace by leaning against the bathroom wall. Were it not for Waylen's support, her trembling legs would have given way, yet their strength remained feeble.

Waylen was no different from her in this state.

His captivating countenance grew flushed and his breath was in disarray, hinting at a prolonged period of sexual abstinence.

“Rena. he uttered in a husky tone, his voice strained.

“What did Harold say?"

Concerned about disturbing her parents outside, Rena anxiously bit her lip before whispering, "I don't know."

Waylen's gaze was profound, its depths elusive.

After a brief pause, his voice softened slightly and he leaned down to embrace her once more.

“You don't wish to discuss it. You merely desire my kisses, don't you?"

Rena felt a mix of shyness and irritation, causing her to lightly kick him.

“Waylen, you always toy with me. You claimed to want a fresh start...

Is this how you choose to begin anew with me? You scoundrel!"

As her words flowed, her eyes turned crimson.

Waylen persisted, showering her with gentler kisses.

Finally, he pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing slightly labored.

“Rena, I yearn for you deeply. When a man holds affection for a woman, his desire to be intimate with her simply becomes undeniable. Should that yearning be absent, he ceases to be a man. Am I not right?"