Because of you, I care about such things for the first time in my life."

He was neither a rigid nor a conservative man.

All he wanted was for them to only make love with each other.

Rena gently patted his cheek and sighed with a smile.

"Mr. Fowler, you're already 37 years old."

Waylen said nothing and flashed a smile of his own, which made Rena blush.

Although he was already 37, he was still so strong in bed and she had to beg for mercy.

Knowing what it could lead to, Rena didn't dare to provoke him again.

Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and muttered, "Let's sleep. You have to go to the company tomorrow morning, while I'll go and see my uncle."

With that, Waylen turned off the Light.

Now covered in darkness, Rena said in a low voice, "I really hope that Cecilia can also experience this kind of happiness we're having now."

Waylen stared at the ceiling for a long time.

After a while, he said, "If that was possible, she would've already found her Mr. Right a long time ago."

He believed this was how love worked.

If Cecilia had never met the love of her life, then she could be with anyone and live a happy Life.

After she met the right guy, everyone else just seemed do plain and boring.

“What about you? Are you simply settling for me?" Rena retorted into his ear.

In response, Waylen wrapped his arms around her waist. He wanted to whisper something cheeky to her, but in the end, he just said gently, “Rena, you are my wife and the mother of my children. I deeply cherish what I have now."

After they reconciled, he rarely promised her anything.

However, he was so considerate that since then, he had never done anything that would hurt her.