Her tender belly swelled upward.

Their third little one was on the way.

With one hand on her waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in a raspy voice.

"Cecilia holds a special place in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva. She's a delicate young lady."

He traced his fingers softly across her belly.

Rena found his touch unbearable. He was being deliberately provocative.

Waylen's touch was light and not nearly enough.

He tenderly laid her down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but you, my wife, you're special."

Rena felt her passion ignited by Waylen's advances.

And with his striking good looks, it was hard to resist.

She couldn't resist extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart

With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one I'll share my bed with forever."

Rena's anger flared up, leading her to deliver a swift kick.

However, he seized hold of her leg.

Waylen caressed it softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your legs have stayed so slim."

The more he spoke, the more he spiraled into audacity.

Rena was familiar with him and understood his powerful desire for it.

Cradling his handsome face, she gently murmured, "Let's focus on the baby."

Waylen had been playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent, he wasn't about to miss this chance.

He gave her a deep, passionate kiss.