Waylen remained unperturbed, observing her busy demeanor, and a sense of fulfillment washed over him suddenly.

It seemed that this apartment found its completion again with Rena's presence.

He dined with proper etiquette, mindful of his manners.

However, after his late Lunch, he made his way to the bar counter and poured two glasses of red wine.

Rena raised her gaze, her eyes fixed upon him

Waylen's smile exuded a leisurely charm.

“What? Do you prefer a more direct approach?"

Rena didn't want to engage in playful banter with him. Waylen possessed a captivating allure, and she feared losing control of herself. Hence, she feigned uninhibited confidence, hooking her arm around his neck and placing a gentle kiss on his chin

“Isn't that what you desire?" she whispered.

Waylen hadn't intended to rush things but, as a man with natural desires, he found it challenging to resist temptation.

His gaze held depth, brimming with flirtatious intent.

Rena responded with a smile.

Carefully tilting the glass of red wine in her hand, she “accidentally” spilled it onto his suit pants

The deep crimson wine further stained his already dark trousers.

“Rena...”

Waylen's voice turned husky. He hadn't anticipated her boldness.

If he continued to restrain himself, he would cease to feel Like a man.

He scooped Rena into his arms and carried her into the master bedroom.

The wine, the warmth of their embrace, the rhythm of their breath intertwined.

However, in the end, Rena maintained her composure, refusing to surrender her inhibitions.

Waylen felt a tinge of disappointment.

Yet, he concealed it well, holding Rena close and kissing her tenderly, whispering that it didn't matter.