But Rena couldn't find comfort in his explanation.

Despite the heating being on in the bedroom, her body felt colder and colder.

Disappointment weighed heavily on her heart.

Exhausted, she replied, “Waylen, you still don't understand!"

Pushing him away gently, she walked towards the door. Her hand grasped the doorknob, and in a somewhat distant tone, she uttered, "I'll sleep with the children. Good night!"

Waylen tried to stop her, calling out, "Rena!"

With her gaze lowered, she opened the door and disappeared into the corridor.

Standing in the living room for a while, Waylen eventually sat down on the sofa. He had a pile of business matters to attend to, but his mind couldn't focus. All he wanted was to carry Rena to their bed.

Perhaps this was the weakness of men, he thought.

It was difficult to forget the taste of her love.

Although he despised the idea of this marriage initially, after they had been intimate, he found himself enjoying this family life and even relishing the thought of having a wife and children. It didn't seem so bad after all.

He struggled to comprehend Rena’s emotions as well.

He felt no romantic attachment to Mavis at all.

Helping her had been merely a simple task, driven by sympathy.

That was all there was to it.

Finally, after two hours of reading documents, he retired to bed.

As he drifted into a daze, he felt a soft presence in the bed. Reaching out, he pulled little Alexis into his arms. Her cold little feet pressed against his abdomen as she said, "Daddy, keep my feet warm!"

Turning on the bedside lamp, Waylen saw Alexis wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her curly brown hair brushed his face like the tail of a squirrel, and her soft, tender face pressed against his skin, her sweet breath washing over him.

As he touched her chubby waist, he couldn't help but think of how much she resembled Rena, but she was a hundred times cuter!

In the morning, Rena returned to change her clothes.

When Rena opened the door, she saw Alexis sleeping soundly next to Waylen.