Chapter: 1090
She had a sense of it, though not particularly strong.
Waylen tried to withdraw his fingers after a while but she clung to his hand and pleaded tearfully, “Don’t leave, Waylen…”
Her plea tempted him and he held her waist tightly, rolling over to kiss her.
Their kiss was passionate and intimate.
Despite being aware of his own despicable and shameless behavior, he couldn’t bring himself to care. She was so yielding and open-hearted and, despite his unreasonableness, she still sought his touch.
The pleasure he had experienced since returning did not compare to the ecstasy of this moment.
Their bodies intertwined in lingering passion.
The doctor arrived, knocking on the door.
Waylen stood up, gazing at the person beneath him. She lay on the bed, gently closing her is if she had drifted into slumber. eyes, as it
Waylen’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Moments ago, he had nearly made love to Rena, casting aside her illness.
After adjusting her clothes, he opened the door for the doctor.
The doctor was acquainted with Waylen, so he promptly prescribed medicine for Rena and administered the IV drip.
As he departed, he glanced at the disheveled sheets and warned his friend, “Abstain from sexual intercourse for the next three days at lease! She’s quite weak.”
Even a bold man like Waylen couldn’t help but blush.
The doctor soon left.
Waylen closed the door and turned around.
Rena had drifted back to sleep, lying serenely, as if the interrupted making out was a mere illusion.
Waylen was left unsatisfied.
Yet, surprisingly, his heart felt calm.
Approaching gently, he stroked her radiant face and his fingertips eventually landed on her ‘slightly dry lips. He murmured with a sigh, “You seem so docile now. When you’re like this, | can’t help but wish to hold you in the palm of my hand.”
His feelings for Rena were complex and difficult to define.