Rena's heart raced.

She admonished herself not to lose her composure. She couldn't... make a spectacle of herself in public

Her lips trembling, she mustered a forced smile and replied, "I would be happier if Mr. Fowler didn't trouble me."

Waylen lowered his gaze, smiling.

"I can't help it. Rena, it angers me to see you dancing with other men.

But I'm at a loss as to what to do, so I play the piano for you. I want you to be happy. Did... did I make you upset? If I did, I will make amends and keep playing until you're content, alright?”

Waylen's words left everyone stunned.

Vera pinched her thigh and silently prayed for Rena.

How did her dear friend provoke such an unyielding man?

He was excessively conniving.

To those unaware of the truth, it might appear as though Rena had hurt Waylen.

Rena turned around and made her exit.

In that moment, she forgot everything. She forgot they were currently live on air. ALL she knew was that she needed to escape from Waylen.

As she departed, tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

Waylen caught up with her and grasped her hand in front of the elevator, asking, “Are you angry?"

Rena forcefully shook his hand away.

She turned around, her voice filled with desperation.

“Waylen, what are you doing? I implore you. You're desirable and countless girls would willingly surrender themselves to you. Please stop harassing me. I can no longer afford to indulge in this game with you. Please set me free

Waylen propelled her into the elevator and the doors sealed shut, shielding them from the prying eyes outside.

Within the confines of the elevator, there were only the two of them.

Rena wept...

Waylen's heart pulsed with emotion. He gently brushed away her tears, uttering, “Many women desire to be with me intimately, yet I only crave you, Rena... Please, do not enrage me. I am uncertain of what I may do when consumed by anger. By the way... Has Tyrone ceased his advances towards you?"