Even after that, Rena's mood was still affected. Waylen spoke, but she wasn't paying attention.

Finally, they arrived at the villa.

Waylen unfastened his seat belt, turned sideways, and asked gently, "Why haven't you said a word?"

Men always liked to compare themselves to others.

Waylen thought for a while and prodded, "Have | been making you uncomfortable?"

Rena shook her head in response.

She opened the car door and got out of the car.

"Come on. Your parents are waiting for us."

Rena had only taken two steps when Waylen caught up with her and held her from behind.

Once more, she found herself locked inside his arms.

Snow was falling from the sky.

Before they knew it, their coats were wet, but neither of them cared. These days, they hadn't been getting a chance to feel each other's warmth. This opportunity had become rare for them.

“Rena... | think | can be a good husband to you."

He whispered in her ear.

He decided to abandon his prejudices and accept her fully.

It didn't matter if his reason was that he desired her or that she had good character. She was a loving wife and mother and an excellent lover.

Rena leaned on his shoulder and murmured, "Really?

What do you like about me, Waylen?"

Waylen patted her head lazily and replied, "I'l show you tonight."

Rena said with a dazed smile, "It's too soon."

Waylen stroked her back. She felt so soft against him. He was willing to pamper her like this.

At the porch of the villa stood Korbyn and Mark.