“It's not entirely my doing.

Dad arranged it. Besides... Didn't we agree not to push things between them? Don't worry. I think your uncle can handle this."

Rena contemplated for a moment and said, "Then we won't favor either of them. Just let them sort things out by themselves."

Waylen gazed at Rena.

She seemed serious, which he found endearing.

He extinguished the cigarette, ran his warm palm over her waist, and said softly, "I don't care about them. You're the only one that matters to me. Why do you still have such a slender waist? How about we add another member to the family and make it livelier?"

Rena pushed his hand away.

"Nonsense. Besides, where are we right now?"

Waylen chuckled.

"We're a couple. Besides, our household staff are discerning and won't gossip."

Rena wasn't as brazen as him.

The two exchanged playful banter and proceeded to enter the mansion.

On the other hand, Mark returned to his villa.

It was his first visit in two years, and everyone at home was busy preparing.

Lina had personally prepared a variety of dishes, all looking delectable.

Zoey, on the other hand, had fried the meatballs herself.

As the car pulled up, Peter rushed to open the door and uttered some words of good fortune.

Zoey also rushed out.

Mark approached and softly called Zoey, “Mom!"

Zoey's eyes were not as bright as before. She gently caressed her son's face. Mark appeared healthier than before.