“Don't touch me. Your hands are cold."

Waylen laughed and replied, "They're not cold. They're quite hot."

Rena pulled him over and made him lie beside her, their faces almost touching. She placed her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "I'll sleep with my grandma tonight."

Waylen pressed his forehead against hers and whispered back, “But you're already in bed. You'll get cold if you leave."

Rena knew he wouldn't agree. She started to whine and act Like a spoiled child around him, propping up some terms with him.

Finally, he agreed on the terms of something he desired to do most.

Waylen's mind was so inebriated from the alcohol that he couldn't resist her whenever he heard the attempting terms she proposed.

Right now, lust was coursing throughout Waylen's body. He wanted to have sex with her so badly. But in the end, Rena refused him.

With her cheeks completely flushed, Rena rested her chin on his shoulder and said, "You're drunk. If we have sex, we might accidentally hurt the baby."

To console him, she gave him a light peck on the cheek.

Waylen was already satisfied with this. He stood up and helped her put on her clothes.

“Alright, honey. I understand you have something important to deal with tonight. How could I not be supportive?"

As he said this, he bent closer to her and kissed her belly.

The gesture made Rena's heart melt. She caressed his handsome face and asked, "How did you know that I have something important to do?"

Waylen was so drunk that he began speaking without thinking.

"I know everything about you," he said with a chuckle.

"I can tell what's on your cunning mind. You can't hide anything from me, honey."

Rena found his words sweet, bringing a smile to her face.

Had she got nothing to attend to, she would've hugged him tightly and enjoyed their intimate conversations. But they got the rest of their lives to do so. No rush, indeed.

Waylen walked Rena to Zoey's room.