And... What would he do to her?

Rena was utterly exhausted, yet sleep eluded her.

Tossing and turning, she couldn't find solace. Every time she was on the brink of slumber, it felt as though strong arms were embracing her, and a gentle voice called out her name, "Rena..."

Startled, she awoke.

The moonlight cast a faint glow upon the bed in the dark bedroom.

Sitting up, Rena delicately touched her face.

She realized she had slept in Waylen's bed at his home.

The bedroom door creaked open, and Waylen quietly entered after finishing his work.

Upon seeing Rena sitting on the bed, lost in thought, he abandoned the idea of turning on the lights and just approached her. Taking a seat beside her, he gently ran his fingers through her soft, long hair and inquired, "Why are you still awake?"

Rena obediently rested her chin on his shoulder.

He understood what troubled her and whispered in her ear, “I've taken care of everything, and I'll see to it that everything is settled in the morning. If all goes well, your father will be released on bail."

Gratitude filled her heart.

Even though she didn't utter a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Waylen, being youthful and passionate, had no need for restraint.

Naturally, they embraced and shared kisses.

It was Rena's first experience with such intimacy, and she was overcome with nervousness, unsure of what to do.

Her body trembled, betraying her unease.

Seeing her reaction, his eyes burned with desire.

Just as they surrendered to their desires, Rena winced and cried out in pain.

“What's wrong?" Concerned, he whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin.

Trembling, Rena responded, "My feet are blistered. They hurt."

With his hand supporting the back of her head, he looked down at her.