She acknowledged that she should at least be grateful to him for granting her a semblance of self-worth during her tumultuous times.

Whether driven by gratitude or Waylen's charm, Rena embraced him, her arms encircling his neck, and kissed hin.

Waylen locked eyes with her, his gaze filled with passion, causing her heart to race. Summoning her courage, she asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Suddenly, he leaned closer.

The gesture forced her to support herself with her hands on the bed.

Unable to meet his burning gaze, her long eyelashes trembled.

He held her hand and pressed it against his handsome face.

"Do you Like it?" he inquired.

Rena's eyes widened, and a blush spread across her face.

Waylen playfully pressed his nose against hers and spoke up with confidence.

"I believe it's more like you're taking advantage of me and not the other way around. It seems you desire more to be intimate with me."

“No, I don't! I just want to sleep," Rena protested as she hid beneath the bed sheet.

The man pretended to be disappointed.

When he had entered earlier and seen her in his black shirt, despite being exhausted from days of work, he had indeed been tempted. However, after he had to stop to treat her blistered foot, he no longer felt inclined to engage in sexual activity.

He put away the first-aid kit and climbed into bed. Unaccustomed to sharing his sleeping space, he simply pulled Rena into his arms and entwined his fingers with hers.

Rena lay still in his embrace, afraid to move.

She believed sleep would evade her, yet as she listened to his steady heartbeat, she quickly drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

That night, she slept like a baby.

When she awoke, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Startled, she sat up and saw Waylen standing by the bed, wearing a tie.

Clad in a dark blue shirt and gray suit pants, he exuded maturity and handsomeness.

At that moment, Rena couldn't deny that he was really hot.