Female NovelEmploying Waylen’s subordinates for this purpose, he was quickly informed.
Waylen called Rena to inquire. She detailed her hospital arrangement. She expected his jealousy, yet to her surprise, he merely smiled and said, “I’UL follow your lead!”
Whenever he acted casually, Rena couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.
True to form, he returned from work as usual.
But after he tended to the children and wrapping up his affairs, his passion flared, and they became intimately involved.
Waylen had always been dominant in their encounters.
However, on this night, cradling her, he gently pinched her soft face and playfully remarked, “Rena, tonight, I’ll follow your lead.”
How audacious!
Their ardor peaked in his tenderness.
He lightly nibbled on her delicate neck and murmured, “Men are often jealous, Rena. But please, don’t always sadden me.”
Rena leaned against his shoulder.
After going through life and death together, their relationship had grown stronger.
However, there were certain matters he hadn’t disclosed to her, and Rena didn’t find it pressing for him to reveal them.
She extended her slender fingers, tracing his handsome face, and said softly, “Waylen, we’ve been together for so long, and you still get jealous!
Waylen’s gaze held a depth of emotion. As her fingertip brushed his lips, he playfully nibbled on it.
“As long as my feelings for you persist, jealousy will always find a place within me!”
Waylen’s words moved Rena. She had a feeling that he had regained his memory, but he didn’t tell her. He was determined to surprise her.
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Even though Rena had been married to Waylen for a few years and was pregnant with their third child now, she still liked the romance and chemistry between them. Who could resist such a feeling?
It was late at night, and the cool weather was suitable for lying down and talking.
Inevitably, Rena and Waylen talked about Cecilia’s marriage.
With her head on Waylen’s shoulder, Rena whispered, “Cecilia will be one year older soon. You know, Waylen, I’ve always wished my uncle happiness, but it’s just too unfair to Cecilia.”
In the dark, Waylen gently stroked Rena’s face. He didn’t say anything.
As Cecilia’s brother, Waylen thought that their father, Korbyn, was right. If Mark couldn’t make Cecilia happy, then no one could.