Female NovelIn that moment, any trace of jealousy that might have once colored his thoughts was nowhere to be found. There was only sincerity, an earnest desire for harmony and well-being.
As the sun dipped towards the horizon, painting the sky with hues of amber and rose, the ceremony came to its conclusion. Six p.m. marked a time of transition, a moment of both closure and renewal.
Later, in a more private setting, Waylen and Rena met with Jarrod.
Within the ancient meditation room, Jarrod’s gaze fell upon Rena’s growing belly, his tone carrying an air of approval.
“You look well.”
A smile graced Rena’s Lips.
In this intimate space, Jarrod’s demeanor was less like that of a revered figure and more like a kind elder sharing words of wisdom.
Jarrod’s voice held the gentle cadence of experience.
“I’ve seen much in my time, yet rarely have I encountered a man as resolute as Waylen. That night, he seemed to reach out to the divine.
Jarrod didn’t say anything else but let them drink tea.
Tea was offered, a serene gesture of hospitality in this contemplative haven.
“The tea is exquisite.” Jarrod’s invitation was warm, inviting them to partake in this shared moment.
Waylen’s curiosity was piqued, his lips curling into a hint of a smile as
In that moment, any trace of jealousy that might have once colored his thoughts was nowhere to be found. There was only sincerity, an earnest desire for harmony and well-being.
As the sun dipped towards the horizon, painting the sky with hues of amber and rose, the ceremony came to its conclusion. Six p.m. marked a time of transition, a moment of both closure and renewal.
Later, in a more private setting, Waylen and Rena met with Jarrod.
Within the ancient meditation room, Jarrod’s gaze fell upon Rena’s growing belly, his tone carrying an air of approval.
“You look well.”
A smile graced Rena’s Lips.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
In this intimate space, Jarrod’s demeanor was less like that of a revered figure and more like a kind elder sharing words of wisdom.
Jarrod’s voice held the gentle cadence of experience.
“I’ve seen much in my time, yet rarely have I encountered a man as resolute as Waylen. That night, he seemed to reach out to the divine.”
Jarrod didn’t say anything else but let them drink tea.
Tea was offered, a serene gesture of hospitality in this contemplative haven.c