Waylen caressed the steering wheel gently as he replied to his mother,

"It is too Late. Rena should be resting."

"What do you mean 'She should be resting'? You no longer live with Rena?" Juliette inquired promptly.

Waylen was a driven individual. How could he admit that his woman had left him? He responded lazily, "No. She... She is exhausted to the point where she may not rise from bed."

Juliette blushed.

She gently admonished her son, saying, “You must exercise restraint. Do you desire to have a child or not? Engaging in such activities frequently may Lead to health issues in the future and you might be unable to conceive with her. Don't blame Rena by then."

Juliette paused.

"In my opinion, both of you should have a child while you are still young. With a child, you will experience a profound sense of belonging."

Waylen sighed.

"Mom, I will be back for the dessert, okay?"

Juliette then ended the call.

Waylen steered the car back towards the Fowler residence.

The grandeur of the Fowler residence radiated from the brightly illuminated facade. The hall brimmed with activity, indicating the presence of esteemed guests

As Waylen stepped inside, he discovered Harold holding his beloved sister, Cecilia.

Cecilia blushed playfully under Harold's gaze

Upon catching sight of Waylen's return, Harold gently released his fiancee and provocatively remarked, "The scent emanating from Waylen's body resembles that of hotel shower gel.”

Cecilia nudged Harold, jesting, "Don't be ridiculous! Why would Waylen visit a hotel and even take a shower there?"

Harold smiled mischievously.

"Is that so?"

Yet, Waylen did not refute the claim. He casually took a seat across from them and uttered, "I indeed have just come back from the hotel..

Cecilia stood in stunned silence.

Had Waylen truly visited a hotel?