Were young people so direct?

With a red face, Korbyn asked his wife to take away the children. They all left the ward together. Soon, the ward became quiet.

After their long kiss, Waylen buried his face in Rena's neck.

He asked in a low voice, “Has the doctor come to check on you? Is the baby okay?"

“The baby is fine."

Rena gently stroked Waylen's arm. He had lost a little muscle mass.

Then, she touched his neck and chest. Waylen grabbed her hand and said in a husky voice, "I can't do it with you now if that's what you're thinking."

Rena reached out and touched his lips with her fingertips.

He loved her, but he had always said something shameless.

Their eyes met.

Waylen finally said, "I've missed you so, so terribly, Rena.”

During the seven days that she had been in a coma, he had spent his every waking moment worrying about her.

How could Rena not know?

He had lost a lot of weight. She worried about him, too, but she couldn't say those sentimental words. She only remembered that it was this man who paid the price just to pull her out of the abyss.

Rena pulled Waylen into bed.

She sobbed slightly, "You need to take good care of your health, Waylen. Let's go to the apartment and have a Look when you get better.”

He said okay.

Then, he Lay down beside her.

At Lunchtime, Waylen's legs were still hurting. The doctor treated his wounds and then confined Waylen to a wheelchair for the time being. It would take at least half a month for Waylen to recover fully.

Meanwhile, Rena was steadily getting better.

The baby in her belly was very active.

In the afternoon, Rena stood in front of Waylen and let him caress her swollen belly. She suddenly asked, “Do you really want to name the baby Elva?"