“That 20-year-old girl can't compare with you. She's inexperienced, but we cooperate well in bed."

Rena knew his shamelessness all too well.

She clung to him and touched every inch of him. He had really lost a lot of weight, and it made her worry.

Finally, with a face as red as a tomato, she reached out and unfastened his belt.

“Rena..." Waylen started in a hoarse voice.

Rena whispered in his ear, “I want to treat you well, Waylen, so sit back and relax."

They were a couple.

He wanted his sexual needs fulfilled, and she was more than happy to oblige.

She was willing to do anything he liked.

In the quiet ward, she satisfied him.

It took them a full hour to finish, and by the end, Rena couldn't help complaining. Waylen had been slightly greedy.

In the bathroom, Waylen wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and asked, "Is the baby okay?"

Once again, Rena blushed.

They didn't really have sex, but she was able to get satisfaction as well from the other things that they'd done. The baby must be feeling something.

Even if she didn't tell Waylen directly, he would understand.

He put his hand on her stomach and smiled.

“She's quite delicate."

Rena stopped him and asked him to get back on his wheelchair.

"The doctor said you shouldn't be on your feet for too long. Otherwise, your recovery will be delayed.”

But Waylen didn't take his doctor's orders seriously.

At half past 2:00 in the afternoon, Waylen took a nap with Rena.

Then, one of their bodyguards entered the ward and said, "Mr. Fowler, a few members of the crew are here to see Mrs. Fowler."