In hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn't lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time with him.

After much contemplation, she dialed a number.

The call connected...

Cecilia sniffed back her emotions.

“Did you return to Czanch by car?" Mark confirmed.

On the other end of the line, Peter was in conversation with the driver, indicating that they were on their way.

Cecilia felt a pang of guilt and said casually, “Take care."

After a brief silence, Mark said, “Take good care of our son. I'll come to see you when I have the chance."

Cecilia wished to object, but the words eluded her... * Rena, now pregnant, often found herself drowsy.

Only when Waylen entered and gently nudged the door open did she awaken. Her demeanor exuded softness. Illuminated by the warm, golden light, the delicate fuzz on her face became visible.

Seating himself at the bedside, Waylen found Rena undisturbed. One arm extended, she enveloped his waist.

Waylen, with his attractive features and well-built physique, was a man Rena relished embracing.

In a hushed tone, she inquired.

“Are the children playing outside?" Waylen casually confirmed her assumption.

“Cecilia is supervising them.”

He tenderly brushed her arm with slender fingers, his voice hoarse as he queried, “Why did you sleep naked?"

Blushing, Rena was reticent to admit her oversight.

Undeterred, Waylen slipped a hand beneath the covers, assessing the situation.

"Let me have a check."

Though Rena hastened to stop him, her efforts were in vain. His hand had already made contact with her... Waylen's gaze took on a discerning clarity before he transitioned into a gentle caress. After a while, his touches evolved into tender kisses.

The room was filled with warmth, and he gently guided her from under the covers.

His eyes ablaze, Waylen was cautious not to overstep as Rena implored softly, “Please, don't influence the baby."