He chuckled as he looked at Leonel.

As Waylen passed by Alexis, he affectionately stroked her head and said, "Take Leonel downstairs and eat something. Don't come back upstairs for at least two hours."

Blinking, Alexis grabbed Leonel's hand and dashed downstairs.

Waylen shook his head and smiled, then walked back to the main bedroom.

He knocked on the door and asked, “Honey, may I come in?"

Dressed in formal attire, he looked charming.

Rena had already gotten up, changed into a comfortable wool skirt, and was leaning against the bedroom sofa, reading a parenting book.

When she heard his voice, she glanced up and smiled.

"Since when did you become so polite?"

Did he now need her permission to enter their bedroom?

Waylen, with a charming smile, walked to the back of the sofa and gently wrapped his arms around Rena's slender shoulders.

He deliberately breathed warm air near the tender skin of her ear.

"Since when did I enter without informing my wife?"

His words held a hint of teasing.

Even though they had been married for a long time, Rena couldn't resist his playful banter.

Her face turned crimson.

Attempting to hide her shyness, she cleared her throat and attempted to downplay her emotions.

“I need to discuss something with you."

Waylen chuckled.

He released her, moved to the water dispenser, and poured himself a glass of water.

After taking a few sips, he raised his gaze and asked, “Did Alexis tell you?"

Undeniably, Rena stared at Waylen and confessed with a nod.