Her body tensed ever so slightly.

Waylen enfolded her in his arms from behind, lowering his head to graze her delicate neck. After all, he had endured a prolonged absence of intimacy, evident in the controlled restraint of his own breath.

For what seemed Like an eternity, he lifted her up and laid her upon the black silk sheets.

He employed every possible means to please her...

But as he was about to consummate their desires, he caught sight of a solitary tear welling up in the corner of her eye.

She didn't want this.

Waylen supported himself with one hand, peering down at her with gentle concern.

“Why are you crying?" he inquired tenderly.

Rena felt a flush of embarrassment wash over her.

With teary eyes, she averted her gaze, turning her face away.

Waylen delicately brushed away her tears, wanting to release his grasp on her, yet unwilling to do so. He delved into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers for a prolonged moment...

Eventually, his patience wearing thin, he reluctantly extricated himself from the bed and ventured into the bathroom.

Upon his return, he enfolded her in his embrace from behind, whispering, "If you don't wish to proceed, we won't, alright?"

Rena remained silent, feigning slumber.

But he knew she was awake, fully aware that she purposely avoided conversing with him. She displayed a marked change from before, no longer losing her temper but rather giving him the cold shoulder, deliberately refusing to engage with him.

Waylen didn't press her further. He held her in his arms and succumbed to a night of restful slumber.

In the morning, Rena's phone erupted into a melodic ringtone.

Still groggy from sleep, she fumbled clumsily with her phone for an extended period. It was Waylen who eventually handed her the device.

Rena lay sprawled on the bed.

Waylen had already risen and was dressing himself near the bedside.

Noting her dazed state, he offered a faint smile.

"Why didn't you answer the call? It's from Vera.”