She had no idea she could be so slutty.

The amorous atmosphere in the car was thick with desire, but Waylen wouldn’t stoop so low as to have *** in his car. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “There’s a nice guest house nearby. How about we spend the night there?”

Only then did Rena come to her senses.

She could tell that Waylen only wanted to have *** with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pleaded softly, “Mr. Fowler, my father…” 2

The lustful light in Waylen’s eyes immediately dimmed.

He reached for another cigarette and lit it. After taking a long drag, he pointed out, “You’re so boring.” 1

At a loss, Rena kissed him again.

her back. He simply stared at

before, but she could see

even finish the cigarette before putting it

so she slowly climbed back onto the passenger seat. Because they had abruptly stopped

stealing glances at her long, slender

again, she didn’t put on his coat anymore. She

so easily—not to mention the fact that she

every minute that passed, she

of them said a word for the rest of

time they pulled up in front of her home, the rain had stopped. Waylen didn’t get out of the car to open the door for her. Instead, he simply nodded at her, indicating

Rena didn’t want to give up. “Mr.

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