Albert reluctantly pulled his hand back and shouted awkwardly, "I don't want to do anything to you. I just want to know when you'll assist me with my business."

Rena put down the scissors and sat down with her hands resting on her belly.

“Why are you in such a hurry? I'm working on it."

Despite her assurance, Albert was still disgruntled. He thought Rena was currently on vacation. She was either sleeping to nourish the baby inside her or trimming the flowers in the garden all day long.

She was leading a comfortable life. How could she be doing anything serious?

Albert didn't believe Rena's words.

"Are you really capable of this?" Albert asked, his eyes warily narrowing at Rena.

Rena continued tending to the roses, seemingly oblivious to Albert's questions. She marveled at the beauty of these stemmed roses and wondered how elegant they would look once put in a vase.

After a while, she smiled at Albert and replied, "Just wait."

With his nerves on edge, Albert thought about smoking, but on second thought, he decided not to.

At that moment, Waylen approached them.

A shaft of sunlight pierced through the window, making the garden feel as warm as spring. Rena was wearing a white wool dress while quietly arranging the flowers.

Her figure looked particularly slender whenever viewed from behind, and her long brown hair cascaded down her waist like a majestic waterfall.

Had Albert not been present, Waylen would've wanted to flirt with her.

Seeing her with another man, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

Nevertheless, he quietly approached her and took the vase.

“This is gorgeous," he said.

Rena smiled.

She then turned to Albert and said, "Don't worry. I will fulfill my promise."

When Albert saw their quiet intimacy, mixed feelings brewed in his chest.