Summoning her courage, Rena asked him what he meant by that.

When Waylen informed Rena that he had rejected the advances of another woman, Rena found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

Yet, as a woman, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement.

Waylen possessed a deep understanding of how to captivate a woman's heart.

In a husky voice, he declared, "Do you still doubt that I only want you, Rena? I don't lack of women who throw themselves at me, but they're not you."

Rena found herself slightly perplexed by his words.

At times, she found his words to be accurate, while at other times, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

Waylen seized the opportunity to flirt with her, skillfully playing with her emotions.

"Rena, please, talk to me. I yearn to hear the sound of your voice. Say something, anything... And I wilt..

His subsequent words became indistinct. Rena didn't need to ponder for long to discern what he was doing right now. Her cheeks blushed in response.

He was truly shameless.

In a soft reproachful tone, she scolded him, "Waylen, you rascal!"

A soft chuckle emanated from the other end of the line...

Waylen's gentle smile resonated like a spring breeze within Rena's heart. He eagerly expressed, "I long to kiss you, Rena. I'll be flying back tomorrow afternoon. Come to my place tomorrow night, won't you?"

He knew the timing wasn't ideal.

He was well aware that discussing such matters now might lead to misunderstandings. Yet, he had no time to be concerned about that.

His Longing for her was overwhelming...

He couldn't wait any longer.

Upon hearing the commotion on the other end of the Line, Rena dared not listen any further and abruptly hung up.

Waylen refrained from calling her again.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned over in bed. As she drifted off to sleep, her phone emitted a soft chime.

Rena reached for her phone.