An instinctive urge to resist surged within Rena, deeming the situation inappropriate.

But Waylen's commanding voice broke through her thoughts.

"Don't move," he uttered in a hoarse whisper, securing the umbrella handle in her trembling hand and intertwining their palms.

Rena's gaze fixed on him, her eyes vacant, her slightly parted Lips tempting.

Waylen lowered his head, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss under the rain's unyielding assault.

Raindrops continued to pour angrily to the ground as the two got lost in their own little world. Initially hesitant, Rena gradually relinquished her resistance, overwhelmed by the man's dominating presence.

As their connection intensified, the black umbrella slipped from their grasp, carried away by the wind.

She found herself instinctively wrapping her arms around Waylen's neck, their bodies melding in an embrace fueled by desire.

Blushing and with her heart racing, words became superfluous in that moment

.

Harold's significance faded into oblivion. Nothing mattered except the connection she shared with Waylen.

Carrying her to his opulent apartment amidst the bustling downtown area, the man glanced briefly at her drenched attire. He retrieved a black shirt from his wardrobe and handed it to her.

“Take a shower and get changed. Use this for now. Tomorrow morning, my secretary will bring you new clothes."

At her 20s, Rena was far from naive.

Silently, she accepted the shirt, her gaze lingering on Waylen's face.

To her surprise, he disappeared into the guest bedroom, along with a bathrobe. Her nervousness eased a little, granting her the opportunity to explore his bedroom.

Adorned in a modern art style infused with heavy metal influences, the room exuded a cold ambiance, reflecting Waylen's strong personal taste.

Dark grey furniture, black sheets, and curtains shrouded the space.

Rena bit her lower lip, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension coursing through her as she entered the bathroom. Emerging from the shower, she found herself clad only in his shirt.

Its loose fit, designed for his 6.2-foot-tall frame, accentuated her slender and beautiful legs.

As Waylen entered the room to retrieve some documents, his eyes were captivated by the enticing sight before him.

Unable to take his eyes off her, he involuntarily swallowed.