Female NovelFinally, in a hoarse voice, he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll fetch your some clothes to change into.”
Rena’s body still leaned against the door, her legs weakened by the intensity of the moment.
Were it not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled to the floor.
Waylen gently stroked her waist, whispering, “If you desire more, we can go to the master bedroom.”
Yet Rena declined his offer, her voice soft as a whisper.
“I will sleep with Lexi. You can get me pajamas.”
Waylen switched on the study lights, his other hand tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I need to attend to something in the study.”
Following his instructions, Rena retrieved her clothes and headed to the guest room for a shower.
She spent the entire night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort and warmth.
The following day, the atmosphere between Waylen and Rena had transformed.
He treated her with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had occurred overnight.
Rena attempted to disregard it, focusing on her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis and waking her up.
Alexis, in a cheerful mood, clung to Rena, seeking her mother’s affection.
Waylen’s voice carried a hint of nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You can handle these things yourself.”
Rena yearned to say something, to challenge his assertion, but his gaze met hers, and he offered a faint smile.
“When a mother spoils her child excessively, the child may become dependent in the future.”
In that moment, Rena likened Waylen to Korbyn, seeing him as a man prone to explaining and dictating. After all, age had a way of imparting such traits.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
However, Rena refused to be intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and care she deserved.
Alexis, feeling a twinge of unease, relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable to resist, began feeding her mashed potatoes.
In an instant, Alexis abandoned her utensils.
She then climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be held and fed.
Waylen observed Alexis’ actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of principles in parenting.
He loved her dearly, but he believed in instilling independence in her.
Alexis grew increasingly apprehensive, slowly sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her, but Waylen remained unruffled.