Rena stared at him, finding his rationale unreasonable.

Waylen grinned knowingly.

He gently took her hand and placed it against his handsome face.

Rena's palm made contact with his warm skin, emanating a scorching heat that tempted her to retract it.

Yet, Waylen refused.

He observed her unease.

Moreover, he pressed her lightly against the wall, skillfully engaging in playful banter.

Rena found herself unable to resist.

She bit her lip, her face flushing crimson.

Waylen delicately held her hand, guiding it to caress his face, his eyes filled with a seductive and romantic allure.

“Rena... I'm offering myself as your plaything. I'm here for your amusement, alright?"

His audacity knew no bounds.

Suddenly, Rena pushed him away.

She gasped, her gaze fixed upon him, her chest rising and falling with intensity.

A subtle smile graced Waylen's Lips

He possessed an irresistible charm. It came naturally to him to flirt with women, while Rena felt defenseless against his advances.

She was no match for him.

However, even in the presence of such a stunningly handsome man, Rena did not lose herself. She pursed her exquisite lips, drawing a firm line, and spoke softly.

"Mr. Fowler, I will await your call."

She discerned his profound attraction to her physique.

And that was all she could offer him.

Rena hadn't forgotten how desperately she had once yearned for his love. But as their passion waned, she discovered the fragility of his affection and pity towards her