Cecilia offered a bashful smile, a mixture of disbelief and flattery coloring her features.

Curious, she couldn't resist the urge to ask, "Am I better than Rena?" Waylen's response was measured, his tone tender as he replied, "Such a comparison isn't fair. One is my future wife, and the other is my cherished sister."

Cecilia's heart swelled with affection for her brother.

Dependent on him since childhood, she couldn't help but seek his embrace, her arms reaching out in an unspoken plea for reassurance. Her voice carried a soft plea.

"Waylen, as long as Rena makes you happy, I promise to treat her well."