Rena settled herself on the single Leather sofa in front of the French window. A small coffee table adorned with several photo frames stood before her. Most of the frames displayed pictures of Waylen in the courtroom, capturing moments of his successful Legal endeavors.

Rena's eyes suddenly narrowed.

One frame, positioned in the center, held a photograph of her playing the piano in Waylen's apartment.

Memories flooded Rena's mind as she recalled that significant day—the day she and Waylen had shared their first intimate encounter. It was after that encounter that he gifted her a piano worth tens of millions of dollars, an expression of his love. In those moments, she had accepted his affection with a shy demeanor.

But in the end, that love had proven to be empty and meaningless

Turning her face away, Rena averted her gaze from the photograph

Waylen emerged from behind his desk and gracefully took a seat on the sofa opposite her. Following her line of sight, he picked up the photo frame and whispered softly, "You don't have many photos left. After careful consideration, I still believe this one is the best. We can capture more moments in the future. Once we take wedding photos, we'll display them alongside this one."

He chuckled, adding, “That way, every female client will know I have a wife, saving me a lot of trouble."

Rena responded lightly, "There won't be any wedding photos."

Waylen smiled, unruffled by her words. At that moment, his secondary secretary arrived with the coffee, dissipating the tension in the room.

Waylen conveyed something to his secretary

She left with a smile, discreetly closing the door behind her.

Waylen picked up his coffee, taking a sip before placing it back on the table. He gazed at Rena intently and then said softly, “Rena, you know what I want. I possess fame and power-why should I assist others, unless it's for you to come back to me?"

As he uttered those words, his eyes remained fixed on her, full of desire.

They had shared numerous intimate moments before, and simply sitting in front of her now reignited his desires.

Rena understood the intent behind his gaze.

He merely wanted to engage in physical intimacy with her.

With a faint smile on her lips, Rena lowered her eyes, her voice trembling.

“Waylen, don't you just want to sleep with me? I can fulfill that desire. How much do you want?"

Waylen remained motionless, his gaze still fixed upon her.

After a lengthy silence, he spoke up in a hoarse voice.

"Rena, is that truly how you perceive me? Do you believe that all I want is to sleep with you?"