Once Alexis left, Waylen gracefully returned to the door and locked it.

Rena had finished feeding Elva.

The four-month-old baby was now peacefully asleep.

Unaware of her surroundings, Rena gently placed Elva in the crib and leaned over to check on her.

Waylen turned around and saw this beautiful scene.

He quietly walked up and put his arms around her slender waist from behind, caressing it for a moment. He grinned and said, “It's as slender as ever."

However, he wasn't exactly well-behaved, and his hands wandered down her waist.

Rena gasped, held his hand, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"I want to kiss you, Mrs. Fowler. Would you allow me to do so?"

Waylen asked politely, but his actions suggested the opposite.

Since Rena wasn't properly dressed after breast-feeding the baby, he found it convenient to proceed. Before long, he had taken Rena to the sofa, making her sit on his lap.

Waylen was in the prime of his life.

He was mature, handsome, and his formal attire added a touch of different type of charm to his appearance.

In contrast, Rena wasn't dressed appropriately.

She was flustered and tried to adjust her clothing, but Waylen gently stopped her.

He caressed her tenderly, causing Rena to bite her lip.

He smiled in response.

Rena couldn't help it. She felt annoyed whenever he initiated intimacy while the children were still up.

Couldn't he have waited until later in the evening?

Waylen kissed her passionately.