Rena blushed, feeling her cheeks warm up.
Even the service staff couldn’t help but blush at the intimate moment they witnessed.
Rena said softly, “We’re not at home. You’d better restrain yourself.”
Waylen smiled. With a lowered voice, her said, “| don’t have to restrain myself at home. Do you mean that?”
She opened her mouth, unable to form any words at his snarky comment.
The photo shoot then began, capturing the essence of their love and happiness.
Waylen and Rena were lost in each other’s eyes, as if the world around them ceased to exist. Their love radiated from the photographs, immortalizing their bond.
When the photoshoot ended, they took a moment to review the pictures. The photographer was in awe. “If Mr. Fowler weren’t such a public figure, | would use these pictures for an advertisement. They are simply mesmerizing,” he praised.
Waylen smiled modestly, thanking the photographer.
He then turned to Alexis and Rena, gently suggesting, “Why don’t you go freshen up and change? I’ll take you both out for a celebratory dinner.”
Excited for the prospect of a meal outside, Alexis happily ran to the fitting room to change.
‘As they waited for Rena, the manager handed Alexis a ball to play with, keeping her entertained.
However, as time passed, Rena didn’t emerge from the fitting room.
“Dad, the ball fell inside,” Alexis came to Waylen and said with a frown.
Waylen began to feel uneasy.
“Rena, Rena,” he called gently, knocking on the door.
There was no response, but he could hear the faint sound of a ball bouncing inside.
Worry gnawed at his heart, and he felt an ominous presence.
Waylen kicked the door open without hesitation.
The thick door faltered and slammed open.
The moment the door was opened, Waylen almost couldn’t breathe… Two service staff members were tied up, their mouths gagged, while Rena was held hostage by Elvira, her former acquaintance, who brandished a knife against Rena’s throat. ©
Waylen’s voice was firm but laced with concern.