He noticed she was focused on him with loving and gentle eyes.

Waylen responded with a smile.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew ambiguous. Rena wondered how they could maintain such enthusiasm even after three children and many years of marriage.

She had just given birth and wasn't in the mood for intimacy.

Rena then whispered, “Don't provoke me!"

Waylen smiled and put the baby in the crib. He said casually, “Did you mention those tonics earlier? People say pregnancy makes a woman acting a bit silly. True, our Ms. Gordon is indeed a bit confused.”

He liked to tease her by calling her Ms. Gordon.

Rena rolled her eyes at his playfulness.

Waylen, playing with the baby, said slowly, "Zoey still has sharp eyes. She's probably figured out that Cecilia is pregnant, but she doesn't want to delay her future because of Mark's illness. So, she's using your condition as an excuse to send tonics to Cecilia. Let's wait and see, the baby will be born with blessings."

Rena finally understood after he finished speaking.

She admired Zoey's thoughtful approach.

At the same time, she worried about her uncle's health. Waylen playfully added, “Don't worry! He'll be alright. He won't dare to leave too soon with a baby on the way right now."

Rena pondered the situation.

Zoey would surely tell Mark about Cecilia's pregnancy.

Besides, it was impossible for Cecilia to hide it forever.

After soothing the baby, Waylen bent down to kiss Rena and whispered, "Stop thinking about it. It's only been two days since you gave birth. You should care of yourself first."

Rena smiled.

He hadn't been close to her for days, and with no one else in the room, he couldn't resist kissing her passionately.

After a while, he stopped and, in a hoarse voice, said, “Rena, thank you."

He had been born into wealth and had been proud his whole life.