Female NovelSatisfied that she had addressed all necessary matters, Rena moved to leave with her suitcase.
But Waylen intercepted her by the door, lowering his head until his prominent nose was near hers, their breaths intertwining…
Rena averted her gaze.
Nervously, she turned her head and said, “Mr. Fowler, if you require my assistance, I am at your disposal.”
Waylen stared intently at her.
There was an unfamiliar expression in his eyes, one that she had never witnessed before: an amalgamation of anger and something else.
After an extended silence, he abruptly released her and sneered. “Miss Gordon, your professionalism is truly commendable!”
Rena’s anger surged, leading her to deliver a swift kick towards Waylen in her frustration.
Waylen, writhing in pain, presented Rena with an opportunity to seize her suitcase and leave the bedroom.
However, Waylen possessed long, agile legs that allowed him to intercept Rena just as she was about to reach the entrance door, firmly grasping her hand.
Peering into Waylen’s profound eyes, Rena encountered a glimmer of uncertainty as he inquired, “Are you truly planning to depart?”
Rena cast her gaze downward, her voice gentle yet resolute as she replied, “Please, let me go!”
Slightly tilting his head and drawing closer, Waylen’s tone carried a trace of remorse as he murmured, “My mother has sent us some food.
Shall we share a meal together?”
Rena recognized his ploy all too well.
Whenever Waylen sought to win over a woman, he would employ his utmost charm and his efforts were invariably fruitful.
Time and again, Rena surrendered to his purported tenderness and love, ensnared in a cycle from which she couldn’t break free. Ultimately, she realized it was merely a game for him, and she alone had taken it to heart.
A self-mocking laugh escaped Rena’s lips.
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“No! It’s unnecessary,” she declared firmly.
A faint furrow formed on Waylen’s brow but he refused to release her hand.
Caught in a deadlock, their stalemate was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
Rena’s intuition correctly surmised the identity of the visitor. It was probably none other than Elvira.
Rena’s lips curled into a contemptuous sneer as she remarked, “Waylen, there’s an endless queue of people eager to dine with you, stretching from one end of the city to the other. You need not cling to me.”
A shadow of darkness clouded Waylen’s countenance.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Reluctantly, he released her hand.