Waylen instantly noticed her reaction.

He approached her, gently caressing her delicate face, as if to rekindle a connection from the past.

"Tell me," he muttered in a low and hoarse voice.

Rena wasn't able to resist.

With a steady voice, Rena recounted their shared history over the past five years.

Waylen couldn't help but smile at the heartfelt account.

"It's so touching, Miss Gordon,” he remarked sarcastically, "It's a pity you don't run a pyramid scheme.”

Rena was taken aback by the unexpected response, but Waylen continued, running his fingers along her face, teasingly saying, "You love me very much, don't you?"

Before Rena could react, Waylen had pressed her down on the sofa.

She found herself in an awkward position, but her gaze remained fixed on him with longing.

She couldn't help reaching out to touch his handsome face, from his eyebrows to his nose, cherishing the memory of the man she loved. Her voice choked with emotion, she confessed, "Yes... | love you very much."

Waylen stopped her hand from caressing his face.

In an unexpected turn, he flipped opened her loose dress, exposing her bulging belly.

It was soft and tender.

Rena's body tensed as Waylen's slender finger gently grazed her stomach.

She hadn't been intimate in a long time.

Feeling the touch of the man she loved, it was impossible for her not to feel anything.

Her body reacted involuntarily.

“Do you want to do it?" he whispered in her ear, his voice husky.

“Ive heard that women at this stage of pregnancy have strong desires."

Embarrassment mixed with anger surged within Rena.

She was not afraid of him growing distant; she was afraid of him becoming cold-hearted and cruel.