Female NovelAt that moment, Rena softly chimed in, “My uncle is over 40 years old.”
Juliette was left momentarily speechless.
Mindy chuckled and remarked, “People who are destined for one another don’t part ways.”
Perhaps due to Rena’s words, Mindy observed Rena more closely, and after a while, she seemed slightly surprised… Then Mindy’s gaze shifted to the tall and sturdy man standing beside Rena. She noticed a subtle intensity in Waylen’s demeanor, an accumulated air of gravity that had lingered over the years.
Mindy was taken aback.
Pointing at Waylen, she said, “You’ve carried a great deal of burden since your youth.
Resentment and all that negative energy. I’m afraid it may have kept you from truly bonding with your family.”
Mindy’s words left the Fowlers stunned.
Juliette appeared sorrowful and anxious and even Rena’s expression showed a hint of concern…
Waylen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his emotions, responding in a low voice, “I have more faith in a person’s ability to have control of his fate.”
Mindy sighed and said, “Your character is exceedingly strong, which may at times endanger those around you. In the future, you will experience a rebirth, and only after that, you’ll find solace and tranquility.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Abruptly, Mindy took Rena’s hand and inscribed a single word on her palm.
Enveloped by the serenity of the late-night darkness, Rena gently lulled Alexis into slumber, and then she quietly returned to the master bedroom.
To her surprise, Waylen was not there.
She found him in the study, standing by the French window.
The soft glow of a cigarette was illuminating his silhouette against the night sky.
Without turning on the light, Waylen stood alone in contemplation, the smoke from his cigarette dancing in the night breeze, dissipating into the air.
Rena closed the door behind her and embraced Waylen from behind, her voice filled with concern, “Are you still thinking about the prophecy?”
Ever since he returned from visiting the fortune teller, Waylen had been troubled by the prophecy.
Obviously, he was anxious about its implications.
Rena’s arms around him provided some comfort as he extinguished the cigarette. “No, don’t overthink it.”
Rena pressed her face against his back, trying to reassure him. “Then try to relax, okay? The prophecy might not be accurate, or perhaps the soothsayer was just speaking nonsense.”