Female Novel“A little,” she confessed.
With a slight turn of her head, Rena caressed his handsome face with her fingers, her voice soft and sincere. “We came to know each other after his betrayal. You Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But now, what matters most to me is your happiness. If you find someone you love, I truly don’t mind. As long as she is a good person…”
Rena’s emotions overwhelmed her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see you with her,” she said tenderly.
In a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on her finger.
He didn’t protest but, instead, he carried her gently to the bed.
In a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with her.
As desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her voice came out hoarse as she called out his name, “Waylen… Waylen…”
Waylen completely captivated her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you still love me?”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
The heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled ardor.
Lying flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to gaze at the hazy darkness outside.
The moonlight scattered through the autumn rain.
Thoughts of Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Yes, I do.”
Her words held true.
Love took on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or spring water.
In the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a prolonged moment.
Eventually, he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie to me.”
Rena evaded his touch.
With her slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell me about the business card?”
Waylen recalled the social engagement from that night.
He lifted Rena’s body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t have any mistress.”
Rena ceased her inquiries.
Perhaps it was a mundane story.