Next year, Waylen would turn thirty-six, yet his figure remained well -maintained.

A simple gray shirt and dark gray suit pants accentuated his perfectly toned physique.

Rena couldn't help but steal another glance at him, captivated by his handsome appearance.

Occasionally, he slicked his hair back, exuding a mature and captivating charisma.

Rena tried to sneak another glance at Waylen but forced herself to focus on the parenting book.

"Leonel is a sensitive kid. Don't be too harsh on him. As for matters related to the group, could you consider letting him know when he has at least reached the age of sixteen?"

Waylen's gaze remained fixed on Rena as she spoke.

Rena couldn't bear the intensity of his stare.

She put the book down and said gently, "I'm talking to you. Please don't look at me like that."

Waylen set down his cup.

Leaning against the back of the sofa opposite her, he chuckled.

"You're my legal wife. Don't you want me to look at you? By the way, you think I'm being too strict with Leonel?"

Rena nodded.

Waylen approached her again, wrapping his arms around her from behind, holding her a little tighter.

He pressed his good-looking thin lips against her neck as if he was kissing her.

"Rena, do you see him as your own child?"

Rena was taken aback by his question.

Waylen continued gently, “You don't, and that's why you want to give him preferential treatment."

Rena wanted to retort instinctively, but Waylen gently touched her lips with his slender fingers and continued, "If Marcus were this age and I were to train him like this, you definitely wouldn't object to my decision. Just because Leonel is not my biological son, you're afraid that he might feel mistreated, right?"

Rena thought he had a point, although something still felt amiss.

In any case, she couldn't counter his eloquence.

If she disagreed, it would imply that she didn't consider Leonel as her own son.