Waylen tenderly touched her bulging belly, where his child resided...

He knew that if it weren't for the presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman in his life.

He believed that true intimacy required mutual arousal.

Since she didn't seem interested, his desire waned and he was about to turn over and head to the bathroom.

Suddenly, a faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom door.

Through the door's crack, a little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s, she called out, "Mommy!"

Rena felt a surge of tension...

Her posture was slightly awkward as she weakly replied, “I'm here.”

Though her appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was dimly lit.

Waylen and Rena quickly straightened their clothes.

Especially Waylen, whose face darkened.

He never expected that a little child would interrupt them.

Alexis climbed onto the bed, holding something in her arms.

Skillfully, she nestled into her father's embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen's chest.

"Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill and I'll treat you."

Waylen was left speechless.

With a soft click, the room was bathed in light.

Waylen's striking countenance flushed, a lingering trace of desire evident. Alexis tenderly patted her father's face, concerned by its crimson hue. She assumed he must be unwell.

With meticulous care, she examined her father.

Rena's appearance was no better. Seizing the opportunity, she discreetly adjusted her clothing and slipped into the bathroom:

Gritting his teeth, Waylen couldn't help but be amazed at how swift she was.

Tucking a lock of her curly hair behind her ear, Alexis blinked and remarked, "Daddy, your heart is racing."