Waylen had been someone she admired and perhaps her admiration for him persisted even now.

Despite his numerous flaws, including a volatile temper and a penchant for physical intimacy, she was acutely aware of her genuine feelings for him.

She genuinely Liked him.

However, regardless of how strong her affection was, she could only safeguard her emotions.

She dreaded the idea of embarrassing herself.

With the gentle touch of his warm fingertips, Waylen tenderly wiped the corners of her eyes.

Paradoxically, the more tender he was, the more tears streamed down her face...

In the end, he simply enveloped her in his embrace and lit a cigarette.

Leaning against the headboard, Waylen leisurely smoked, exuding a captivating allure.

Women were usually drawn to him, yearning to surrender themselves

Rena remained silent, nestled in his arms, silently weeping.

Her tears cascaded onto his shirt, warm and damp. Waylen felt uneasy, yet he allowed her tears to flow...

After smoking half a cigarette, he spoke softly.

“Shall we give it another try?

We'll proceed at a slower pace this time. If you're not comfortable, we won't do it. I only want to ensure your ease."

Rena remained silent.

Waylen also understood how she perceived him deep down.

In truth, he led a busy life. There had hardly been any other woman before Rena entered his life, so he had no reason to rush

Yet here was a woman he genuinely cared for, confined to the confines of their home.

If he didn't engage in an intimate relationship with her, would he not be a fool?

Waylen possessed a keen intuition regarding Rena's thoughts. He had witnessed Rena's outings with Robert. He had observed their visits to art exhibitions and their shared appreciation of fireworks.

These were activities that held no appeal for Waylen.