Female NovelA mere breath away from her, he reached out to shield her, ushering them both into the bedroom.
The modest sleeping quarters spanned an area of scarcely 10 square meters.
Save for the antiquated bed, a diminutive desk adorned with an array of magazines was the sole furnishing.
Waylen approached, his gaze fixed upon those periodicals, featuring Cecilia’s countenance upon their covers!
He swallowed hard and proceeded toward the aged bed.
The young boy slumbered soundly, his exquisite visage adorned with brown, cropped tresses.
Upon beholding the familiar features and matching hair color, Waylen was struck by a realization, his eyes ablaze with fury!
Abandoning his query regarding the child’s paternity, for there existed no need to ask!Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Abruptly, Waylen spun around, his piercing glare affixed upon his sister.
Cecilia’s lips quivered, her countenance contorted in agony, as she pleaded in a subdued murmur, “Waylen, refrain from seeking him out! I implore you… I have severed ties with him.”
Waylen extended his hand, delicately caressing the slumbering child.
Engulfed in a momentary trance, Waylen beseeched gently, “He? Who is he? Tell me!”
Cecilia covered her mouth, her secret laid bare.
In truth, Waylen possessed full knowledge of the child’s paternal figure.
Suppressing his seething anger, Waylen inquired, “When did you become entwined with him? Do you even grasp the gravity of your actions? He surpasses you by over a decade in age, a man in his forties, unburdened by matrimony. He has traversed the paths of numerous companions. How could he fall in love with you, an inexperienced young woman?”
Cecilia experienced an overwhelming sense of shame.
She recognized that she had greatly overestimated herself!
Waylen abstained from further interrogation, removing his coat and draping it over Edwin’s small frame. He then cradled the child tenderly in his arms.
“Waylen, please!” Cecilia pleaded, seizing his arm, her voice filled with desperation.
In the subdued glow, a cloud of darkness enveloped Waylen’s countenance. “You have two options now. Either come back with me right now, or I shall summon Mark to retrieve you both. Make your choice Cecilia found herself with no alternative but to hastily gather a few garments and depart alongside Waylen.
As they descended the stairs, Edwin roused from his slumber.
Gazing sleepily at Waylen, he felt a hint of trepidation, yet remained composed, refraining from shedding a tear.
With a gentle touch to the child’s head, Waylen uttered in a tender tone, “I am your mother’s big brother, and that makes me your Uncle Waylen. Look, your mother is here too!”
Edwin’s gaze shifted to Cecilia.