Rena reclined on the bed, her arms wrapped around his neck as she spoke in a soft voice.

"I'm fine, Waylen. Just proceed.”

Waylen remained silent.

He buried his face in her neck, gradually regaining composure. Then, he gently lifted himself, caressing her delicate face...

Deep down, he knew he should arrange for Rena to consult a psychologist.

That fateful night had left her frightened and he understood the impact it had on her well-being.

However, he harbored reluctance.

Waylen recognized Rena's immense sense of dignity and hesitated to suggest that she seek therapy for the matter at hand.

Waylen's voice turned hoarse as he uttered, "Rena, what are you afraid of? Our encounters have been pleasurable."

With utmost gentleness, he stood and delicately zipped up her dress.

Rena neither moved nor said anything.

Waylen reclined, drawing her into his embrace and tenderly kissing her

“I told you I am serious. And sex isn't the only thing I desire.

We share a genuine connection, a normal relationship.

When we initially began living together, we abstained from sex for a considerable period. Wasn't that a positive experience?"

Pausing briefly, he kissed her once more. In a murmured tone, he suggested, "Rena... I want you to meet my parents. What do you crack ?"

Rena found herself stunned.

She was aware of Waylen's affection for her, both in terms of her personality and physicality.

However, he held steadfast beliefs against marriage.

While he expressed a desire to restart their relationship, Rena didn't initially take it seriously.

Now, though, his sincerity seemed apparent.

Rena refrained from hasty decisions though. She had no intentions of committing herself to him for life based solely on his immense kindness. It was too premature...