Worried that he might be unhappy to be interrupted, Rena clung to him and whispered softly, "The pain has subsided."

Waylen chuckled, his voice husky.

“Miss Gordon, are you more anxious than I am?"

Rena blushed, her cheeks aflame.

He ceased his teasing and reached over to switch on a bedside lamp, casting a dim yellow Light upon them.

She quickly pulled the bed sheet over to cover her body as soon as the

Light was on.

A warm smile graced his lips.

"Why so shy? I almost thought you were a stranger to intimacy."

He meant it playfully, unaware that Rena had indeed never experienced such closeness before.

He left the bed to retrieve a first-aid kit, and she observed his figure from behind.

He possessed a well-built physique, tall and muscular.

Before he returned, she hurriedly donned the shirt.

Upon his return, Waylen held the first-aid kit in his hands. Rena sat at the edge of the bed, her voice soft as she said, “I can handle it myself."

He halted her, squatting down and bending his knees.

Gently, he took hold of one of her feet, diligently applying the ointment

.

Rena couldn't help but feel uneasy.

In this relationship, she didn't believe Waylen needed to be so attentive or considerate. She wasn't deserving of such treatment.

“Don't move," he instructed, having discerned her thoughts.

"I don't believe in coercion. When we are together, we are equals. Our time should bring mutual pleasure.”

Although Rena wanted to inquire about how many women he had shared such a relationship with, she found the question banal and inappropriate since she held no significance to him. The man hadn't explicitly voiced it, yet she understood his intentions. He would treat her well while they were together, but when his interest in her waned, the relationship would come to an end.