How could Waylen still express his desire to be intimate with her after causing her so much pain?

Once again, she confronted the glaring inequality between them.

She mustered the strength to lift her head slightly, determined to maintain her composure.

Summoning every ounce of resolve, she uttered calmly, “I'm sorry but I have no interest in engaging in that.”

She anticipated his anger...

However, to her surprise, Waylen did not become furious. Instead, he gently caressed her delicate face with his hand, as if such actions were a customary occurrence.

His tenderness pierced her heart.

Waylen then said tenderly, “The interior of the car remains concealed from prying eyes. Rena, I yearn for you deeply.”

Rena was taken aback.

Then, he enveloped her in his embrace, applying a firm pressure.

Gritting her teeth, she inquired, “Waylen, what the hell are you doing?"

He held her slender waist firmly and cajoled her in a hoarse voice,

“Stay still, or I cannot guarantee my actions. Be obedient... Well, you shouldn't have poured coke on me. I merely wished to come and see you initially. Hmm... Rena... I miss you so much..."

Rena found herself trapped.

She could only avert her gaze and tried to ignored his moans.

After a considerable duration, Waylen's agitation finally subsided

Inside the vehicle, an uneasy ambiance prevailed.

Rena found herself compelled to rest her head on Waylen's shoulder, her eyes brimming with tears. Even though he didn't really touch her, his actions were undeniably reprehensible.

Feeling embarrassed, she inquired, “Waylen, could you release me, please?"

Waylen tenderly caressed her long, chestnut tresses with his slender fingers before eventually letting his hand rest on her shoulder, as if to provide solace.

Rena remained motionless, fearing that any movement would intensify her embarrassment.

Once Waylen had regained his composure, he turned his head, attempting to initiate a kiss...