Rena was still in a deep slumber.

She had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a baby.

As the twilight descended, she stirred awake.

Sitting up, Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently watching her.

Did he cover her with the blanket?

Combing her fingers through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you." She didn't want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made her way downstairs.

“Your uncle has returned to Czanch," Waylen stated matter-of-factly.

It was getting dark.

Marcus received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with Edwin.

As for Rena, she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still his wife.

Rena didn't want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold demeanor.

Though she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond that.

Korbyn insisted she stay for dinner.

Reluctantly, Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the meal.

Korbyn glared at his son, urging, "Waylen, see them off.”

Waylen promptly stood up and grabbed the car keys.

As Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, "Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite heavy now."

Rena didn't object.

Waylen took Marcus from her.

In that moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn't respond, carefully placing Marcus in Waylen's arms.

Once inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to her.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, "Fasten the seatbelt!"