Leonel blushed.

Amidst the warmth of familial love, Waylen's gaze Landed on Rena, his adoration tangible in the way he stepped toward her. Rena's eyes met his, a soft smile gracing her lips, and Waylen's voice, a melody of affection, brushed her ear.

“Happy birthday, my children's mother.”

As Rena cradled Leonel, their shared moment was imbued with a gentle invitation to blow the candles that adorned his birthday treat.

In that tender moment, as Leonel's Laughter mingled with the flicker of candlelight, Waylen's heart swelled with joy.

Leonel's mother died from jumping off a building. He used to be gloomy and reckon that he could be adopted by Waylen and Rena just because of his rare blood type.

But till now, no one had ever drawn his blood.

Rena asked him to call her mom. The man in front of him was more Like a real father than his biological father. Waylen treated him well and taught him a lot.

A toddler as he was, Leonel was touched deeply.

And that was the reason why even if he took control of the Exceed Group after many years, he chose to stay at this home instead of misdeeds.

With a heart full of determination, Leonel chose to accompany Alexis.

Tonight, however, he found himself gently pulled away by Alexis, leaving Rena mildly concerned about the potential precociousness of the children. Thus, when Waylen emerged from the bathroom, Rena shared her apprehension.

Embraced by winter's icy grasp, the bedroom was swathed in the cozy warmth of activated heating, cocooning the room in comfort and snugness.

Waylen, his upper body bare and a bath towel loosely clinging to his waist, settled at the edge of the bed. Rena approached, delicately relieving him of the towel as she began to dry his damp hair.

His gaze lifted to meet hers, the tender exchange a testament to their unspoken connection.

His fingers brushed her belly in a reassuring gesture, his voice a gentle balm to her worries.

“What's troubling you? Rena, we'll guide our children with love. There's no need to fret. We can address any concerns when they're older, perhaps over ten years.”

Rena's agreement mirrored the wisdom in his words, her actions a careful brushing of his hair.

As she worked, her gaze traced the contours of his exquisite nose, her eyes filled with adoration.

His captivating handsomeness, etched through the passage of years, had yet to dim, a fact Rena found herself grateful for.

Waylen's voice, a husky whisper, broke the silence.

"It's been three months."