Female NovelIn fact, she indeed preferred him not to come to her apartment.
With the deal settled, she prepared to leave.
However, Waylen gently pressed her shoulder and leaned in for a kiss. Standing while Rena sat, their position was not ideal for a comfortable kiss. However, the intensity of their attraction made it all too easy to be consumed by passion.
Rena neither refused nor responded, while Waylen couldn’t resist the urge to tease her.
‘It’s been only six months, and you already don’t remember how to kiss? Rena, let me…”
With his slender, handsome fingers, he gently held her chin and succeeded in capturing her lips.
Rena involuntarily allowed his tongue into her mouth, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. What began as a gentle kiss had grown extremely fervent.
After the kiss, their hearts raced, and Waylen leaned against Rena’s shoulder, gasping for breath.
In a hoarse voice, he uttered, “Rena, you still have feelings for me.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Embarrassed, Rena slightly buttoned up her shirt with trembling hands.
The intense kiss had caused Waylen to loosen it, and she let him. Now, as she regained her composure, she felt a sense of embarrassment. Waylen bent down and put his forehead against hers.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he whispered.
Rena’s eyes glistened with tears.
He knew she was reluctant, but it didn’t mean her body felt nothing.
Waylen refrained from teasing her further. Instead, he gently straightened her clothes and whispered, “I have some business to attend to. I’ll have the driver take you back to the music studio.”
His tenderness became unbearable for Rena.
She stood, facing him, trying to maintain her composure. “I can take a taxi. Mr. Fowler, Vera…”
Waylen gazed at her as if he were looking at his beloved, a smile gracing his lips.
“Still address me as Mr. Fowler?”
Rena felt a hint of embarrassment.
He didn’t say anything more and signaled his secondary secretary through the internal line.
“Accompany Miss Gordon downstairs and help her… call a taxi.”
The secondary secretary smiled sweetly. “Miss Gordon, this way, please.”
The secretary sensed the underlying connection between Rena and her boss and therefore treated Rena with utmost respect, refraining from commenting on the situation.
A car parked downstairs, but it wasn’t a taxi—it was Rena’s champagne-colored BMW.