Rena replied calmly, "Mr. Fowler, we have no connection to one another.

I have no reason to accept your money. Now please get out of my way. I am going home."

He didn't withdraw his hand.

Not only did he fail to withdraw his hand but he also gazed at her with lustful eyes.

Waylen didn't consider himself a man driven by insatiable sexual appetite. Prior to meeting Rena, he had never engaged in intimate relations with any woman, yet he could find solace in self-gratification. However, after being intimate with Rena...

If he couldn't have her, he felt a loss of control.

Beneath the radiant glow of the hotel's crystal light, her delicate countenance appeared exquisitely fair.

Her waist boasted a slender elegance.

He reminisced about the sensation of holding her in his arms...

Waylen's throat tightened, his desire suppressed. He said gently,

“You've asked me twice. You inquired if I loved you. Rena, I can answer you now. I love you... I am quite certain of it."

In the past, he had been reluctant to utter such sentimental words to her. He had scorned such expressions and rarely entertained the notion of voicing them to her.

Yet he understood that her lingering concern stemmed from her belief that he didn't love her...

He also knew that even if he confessed his love now, it wouldn't sway her, but he simply desired for her to be aware.

Although he didn't regard Zack with much significance, a sense of panic overcame him. He had intended to gradually reclaim her affections.

Once Waylen concluded his heartfelt admission, Rena's eyes welled up with tears.

What purpose did it serve for him to articulate what she used to long to hear now? Everything was already over now!

Rena subtly shook her head and, without hesitation, declared, "I do not wish to be with you.”

She yearned to depart...

Waylen seized her hand and expressed, “Rena, I apologize. I have caused you sorrow."

“Release me!"

Rena's voice trembled slightly. She forcefully freed her hand and hurriedly made her exit...