Ross sympathized with her plight, compelled to approach and whisper, "Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged standing isn't good for your well-being.”

Placing her hands on her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile.

"You might be right; my back does feel a tad sore."

Ross chauffeured her back to the villa.

Upon arrival, she secluded herself within the study, drawing all the curtains.