NovelEnglishWaylen stubbed out his cigarette and made his way towards the dining room.
Rena served him a bow! of noodles, intending to leave, but he grabbed her hand and implored, “Stay with me.”
She shook her head, her expression serious. “Waylen, if you weren’t injured, I wouldn’t have come here at all.”
Surprisingly, Rena remained remarkably composed. Perhaps. the countless times she had shed tears because of him had desensitized her to Some extent.
Waylen didn’t push the matter further, but he suddenly lost his appetite for the noodles.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe hastily finished his meal.
She then fetched a blanket from the guest room and pointed to the sofa.
‘I’ll sleep here tonight.”
Waylen protested, “Sleep in the master bedroom! We’ve shared a bed before, and I promise I won’t do anything to you.”
Rena wasn’t naive.
She knew Waylen possessed strong ***ual desires, and if they were to sleep together, he would struggle to restrain himself. Furthermore, they had broken up, so there was no reason for them to share a bed.
Firmly, she refused, “It’s better for us to maintain some distance from each other.”
Exhaustion washed over her as the alcohol’s effects wore off, and she longed for rest. Wrapping herself in the blanket, Rena lay down on the sofa and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Waylen gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, his Adam’s apple bobbing with mixed emotions.
He quietly entered the bedroom, retrieved a quilt, and gently placed it over Rena. Although she didn’t stir, she instinctively clutched the quilt, curling up and appearing even more delicate.
The realization that she had consumed a significant amount of alcohol that night tugged at Waylen’s heart.
Had he caused her so much pain?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDid she prefer struggling so much on her own rather than taking his help?
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Waylen entered his study and dialed a number, with Paisley answering on the other end.
Paisley’s voice oozed politeness as she spoke.
“Mr. Fowler, it’s quite late. What’s the matter?”
Waylen held the phone, his tone cold and detached.
“Miss Rayne, are you still accepting new students?”
Paisley’s eyes widened in surprise.
Of course, she desired students from affluent families the most! !
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