Rena concluded the call with a sense of contentment.

Waylen, holding a pill, inquired, "How did it go?"

Gracefully settling into a chair, Rena took a sip of tea and remarked, “Didn't I have it on speaker just now?"

Waylen draped his arm around her shoulder, suggesting, “Can't you repeat it for me?"

Lifting her head, Rena kissed him, her smile radiating warmth as she shared, "I think we're about to become grandparents again."

Waylen promptly rose from his seat.

Pacing around the room, Waylen couldn't contain himself. "We need to make a grand celebration of it. Alexis and Leonel had their baby, but they haven't had a proper wedding yet. It's absurd. We can't afford any missteps on Marcus' marriage this time."

Rena remarked nonchalantly, “We've been married for decades, and we never had a formal wedding either."

Waylen was taken aback.

Displaying his usual shamelessness and charm, he leaned in and whispered, “I've been keeping you quite satisfied every night recently. Isn't that a better deal than a wedding? How many women your age are still so radiant?"

Rena couldn't tolerate his teasing.

His insatiable sexual appetite was apparent, leaving him restless.

Fixing her gaze on him, she declared, "You're sleeping in the study tonight."

Waylen lifted Rena off the ground, prompting her to clutch his neck in fear. “What's your plan? The servants might catch us."

Asserting his position, Waylen asserted, “You'll sleep in the study with me tonight.”

Accustomed to their bedroom routine, the change of locale added a sense of novelty.

Upon reaching the second floor, Rena reprimanded Waylen for his shameless behavior.

Waylen pushed her against the sofa, planting a kiss. “Which noblewoman compares to you? Your entire body goes soft when I kiss you. Don't you want me to hold you?"

Placing her hand on his shoulder, Rena halted his advances.

Despite her attempt to intervene, he managed to proceed.