He had lost control.

They indulged in their desires within the home theater once, and then he carried her back to the master bedroom. He yearned to witness her under the Luminosity of light.

Gripping his neck, Rena pleaded, “Waylen, turn off the Light."

But he was captivated by her beauty illuminated by the Light.

Her flawless supple skin bewitched him and the delicate blue veins at the edge of her eyebrows enticed him to bestow kisses upon them. He kissed that spot with fervor.

"Say my name."

Rena locked eyes with him.

She couldn't help but recall that during their time together before their breakup, there had been a moment when she called out to him so lovingly in the throes of passion.

Yet, she didn't wish to do that now.

How close must they be for her to address him in such an affectionate manner again?

Rena remained silent for a significant stretch of time.

Her prolonged silence caused Waylen's enthusiasm to wane, his eyes filled with a touch of uncertainty. Rena reached out to touch his handsome eyebrows and finally spoke up.

“Aren't we in a good place now?"

If Rena had no expectations for him, they wouldn't engage in arguments.

Just like the recent incident when he traveled to Braseovell, she knew about it but felt nothing.

She didn't mind whether he encountered Elvira or not.

After all that had happened, Rena simply desired to love herself for the remainder of her life.

Ultimately, their intimate encounters came to a halt.

Waylen found their relationship dissatisfying. He yearned for a response from Rena, a sign that she still held some concern for him deep within her heart.

Rena bestowed him with kindness but she didn't offer him anything more.

He disengaged from her, rolling over and letting out a subdued sigh.

Rena recognized his discontent, yet she couldn't suppress her pride and console him tenderly.