Forced to lean against his chest, her face tenderly brushed against his clothing. When she raised her eyes, she caught sight of his prominent

Adam's apple, a captivating sight that exuded a captivating allure.

Waylen cast his gaze downward, his eyes obscured by an impenetrable darkness, harboring a brewing storm of emotions.

Indeed, once he stepped foot into her hotel room, the facade of elegance he had displayed at the party shattered.

Rena found herself pinned against the sturdy door, his body Leaning in, one leg planted firmly to imprison her, Leaving her no means of escape.

Averting her face, Rena inquired, “Waylen, what do you intend to do?"

With a gentle touch, Waylen caressed her delicate countenance and asked in a hoarse voice laced with a tinge of anguish, "Rena, do you still hold resentment toward me for what transpired with Tyrone?"

Rena remained silent for a moment, the weight of such a night seemingly primed for an outburst.

Both he and she were on the verge of eruption.

She turned to meet his gaze and spoke with a soft yet resolute voice.

“I am bothered by what happened to Tyrone, and it has nothing to do with our relationship but it does speak of the disparity in our status... Just as you're aware, I was on the verge of departing for

Flirean at that time. I couldn't hold onto you, and I had to witness you repeatedly seeking out Elvira. Instead of lamenting, I was forced to leave Duefron behind to fulfill your desires and your first love.

Isn't that inequality? If we were an ordinary couple, we would have already engaged in fiery arguments. But we can't, because you are

Waylen. The same holds true for what transpired between Tyrone and

Hyatt. You relish the control that your position affords you, while I, a mere nobody, am expected to acquiesce, am I not?"

Having uttered these words, tears welled up in Rena's eyes.

In truth, Rena had long believed that Joseph and Vera's divorce was an unattainable outcome due to Waylen's intervention.

Waylen had been waiting for Rena.

Just like that, she had pleaded with him and he had assisted Vera. Some matters were better left undisturbed.

But now that they had reached this point, they should cease discussing matters of Love.

Waylen's heart sank.

Still, he continued to caress her face, his voice barely above a whisper, “Rena, do you wish to strike me? Like any ordinary couple, slap me if it brings you solace. Scratch my neck."