Cecilia turned timid when she heard the name of Waylen.

Meanwhile, in Duefron, Rena ended the call and turned to Waylen, who was Lounging on the sofa.

"Cecilia says she has prepared a Christmas gift for me," Rena announced with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"She mentioned it was a special one."

With a sly smile, Waylen swiftly sent a message to Cecilia, asking,

“Is there any gifts for me? I mean, special ones."

Cecilia couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness.

Waylen, his phone tucked away, offered a fond smile to Rena.

"She's quite audacious, isn't she? Come here, let me see if our little one has been giving you a hard time."

As Rena began preparing for her trip, Juliette arrived at their doorstep with an array of baby clothes in soft, delicate shades of pink.

Rena was visibly pleased and went up to check on those clothes, not wanting to come to Waylen's side momentarily.

"Who else would torment me except you?" Rena blurted out.

Waylen stared at her. Clad in a wool skirt, Rena exuded a gentle aura.

He reached out, drawing her into his embrace.

After a moment of contemplation, he gently remarked, "Mark won't require your presence on Christmas. He knows you're pregnant. Why do you have to go and visit him? We could pay a visit when Mark holds a wedding or their baby arrives."

Waylen's concern touched Rena, and she lowered her head to caress her burgeoning belly.

A soft smile graced her lips as she reassured him, "I've told you, the journey is nothing more than a plane ride. Don't worry, my love.

See how nervous you've become? Besides, the private plane is fully equipped with medical staff. There won't be any issues."

Waylen, respecting her decision, refrained from pressing further.

Instead, he gently ran his fingers through her long, chestnut hair.