A slight chill permeated Rena's body, and she felt unwell. She yearned for a shower, but Waylen held her back, pleading, “Stay with me a little Longer."

Rena halted her movements, and he drew closer, pressing his Lips against the back of her ear.

Emotionally, he whispered, "Don't be so distant with me, okay?"

Reaching over, he grabbed his suit pants from the edge of the bed, and a small box fell out.

Rena understood his intentions and rose to her feet, declaring, "I'm going to take a shower."

Waylen pulled her back, and she found herself enveloped in his embrace.

With a diamond ring in hand, he revealed, “52 carats. Do you like it?"

His gaze burned with intensity as he fixed his eyes on her.

She accepted the ring and gently slid it onto her middle finger. Of course, it was not the perfect fit.

She smiled and remarked, "It's too small, not quite suitable."

Waylen's eyes deepened.

“Perhaps it'll fit your ring finger. Give it a try."

Rena recognized this as a rare display of flattery from him. If she were sensible, she would accept his gesture happily and marry him with joy

But that was the old Rena.

Before that fateful Valentine's Day, she would have never refused him when he presented the diamond ring for her ring finger

Yet, now, although Waylen retained his charm, her feelings toward him had changed.

Rena contemplated declining, but the memory of their passionate encounter lingered, and she didn't voice her refusal.

Besides, she recalled that he hadn't used a condom in the heat of the moment. Worried, she decided to purchase contraception herself.

She placed the ring back in the box and closed it.

After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

"I'm not in the safe period."

Waylen immediately understood her concern. A flush crept up his handsome face, and he coughed awkwardly before responding, "No need to take birth control pills. I didn't come inside you..."