For Rena, this was the best compensation.

Although she rarely talked about forgiveness, slowly, she found that the cracks in their relationship were healing as they got along better each day.

Truly, they loved each other.

The next day, Rena woke up to the smell of breakfast.

When she got up, she found that Waylen had prepared her most favorite foods.

He bent over and kissed her on the forehead. Then, he let out a disappointed sigh and complained, "While I was running, I saw that the rose garden outside was now gone. Because of that, I couldn't bring you flowers."

Rena smiled and kissed him.

"You can still run?" she teased.

"Do you think I'm Mark?" he joked back.

“He's old and fragile, which isn't like me at all!"

Rena gently patted Waylen's handsome face.

"You really are a sharp- tongued devil, aren't you?"

Waylen chuckled, flashing his beautiful teeth.

“Are you talking about this same tongue that pleasured you last night, Mrs. Fowler?"

Renda didn't want to hear him behaving like a hoodlum. Otherwise, he might postpone his morning meeting. With this in mind, she threw the quilt off her body and stood up. Once she was done brushing her teeth, she said to him, “By the way, will you go to the banquet of the Smith family next week?"

Upon hearing this, Waylen's face crumpled.

When he remembered that Albert would also be there, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

“Is Albert going to follow you again?" he asked.

Rena chuckled and cupped Waylen's face with both hands.

"That's why I'm asking you if you're going or not."