Embarrassed, Rena slightly buttoned up her shirt with trembling hands.

The intense kiss had caused Waylen to loosen it, and she let him. Now, as she regained her composure, she felt a sense of embarrassment.

Waylen bent down and put his forehead against hers.

“I don't want to Let you go," he whispered.

Rena's eyes glistened with tears.

He knew she was reluctant, but it didn't mean her body felt nothing.

Waylen refrained from teasing her further. Instead, he gently straightened her clothes and whispered, "I have some business to attend to. I'll have the driver take you back to the music studio."

His tenderness became unbearable for Rena.

She stood, facing him, trying to maintain her composure.

"I can take a taxi. Mr. Fowler, Vera..."

Waylen gazed at her as if he were looking at his beloved, a smile gracing his Lips.

"Still address me as Mr. Fowler?"

Rena felt a hint of embarrassment.

He didn't say anything more and signaled his secondary secretary through the internal line.

“Accompany Miss Gordon downstairs and help her... call a taxi."

The secondary secretary smiled sweetly.

"Miss Gordon, this way, please."

The secretary sensed the underlying connection between Rena and her boss and therefore treated Rena with utmost respect, refraining from commenting on the situation

A car parked downstairs, but it wasn't a taxi-it was Rena's champagne-colored BMW.

Zack, seeing Rena emerge from the building, jumped out of the car, his gaze fierce.

The secretary noticed something amiss

“Miss Gordon, should I call security?"