After settling her down, he eagerly gazed at her belly.

Rena patted his hand and said, "Go put the noodles in bowls and warm up Alexis’ milk.”

Waylen leaned in and kissed her softly.

"Thank you, Rena."

He proceeded to the kitchen and finished his tasks just in time for Cecilia's arrival.

Cecilia entered the villa, tears streaming down her face...

Shaking the baby bottle, Waylen asked, "Has that old man been bothering you again?” ©

Not wanting to dwell on the topic, Rena suggested, "I think Alexis is about to fall asleep.

Why don't you give her the milk?"

Waylen's eyes held a deep and meaningful gaze.

He remained silent, strolling slowly to the second floor to take care of Alexis.

Cecilia grumbled for a while, but eventually, she settled at the table to eat the noodles, sniffling softly.

Under the gentle glow of the dim light, her cheeks turned slightly rosy and the tip of her nose glistened with sweat.

Rena understood why her uncle couldn't get over Cecilia.

Immersed in his high-ranking role, day in and day out, he was just devising intricate plans.

With someone as simple and innocent as Cecilia at his side, he could finally unwind and relax.

"Please, take your time with your meal," Rena advised.

Though Cecilia was actually two years older than her, Rena regarded her with a gaze akin to that of an older sister looking at a younger sibling. ©

Cecilia polished off the noodles swiftly.

Her reliance on Rena was evident. Despite Rena and Mark being family, Cecilia couldn't help but lean on Rena for support.

Once Alexis had finised her milk and dozed off, Waylen descended the stairs to find his sister resting her head on Rena's lap. Playfully, he rapped Cecilia's head and quipped, "Don't use your sister-in-law's lap as a pillow.”

Rena interjected, "It's fine, really.”