Rena remained concerned.

Although she wasn't particularly religious, she believed that if she were to become pregnant, it would be fate, and she would embrace it.

Clearly, Waylen didn't want her to take medication, so she would acquire it herself.

Gently, he pressed her, eventually succumbing to her wishes.

“I'll buy it for you."

Rena nodded gratefully and politely replied, "Thank you."

Waylen chuckled, his frustration apparent.

While getting dressed, he pinched her chin and grumbled, "Sometimes I feel like you deny yourself the pleasure you experience during sex.

You're one way during the act and another way afterward."

He expressed his frustration crudely.

Rena refused to be taken advantage of.

She lifted the quilt in front of him and headed for the bathroom, declaring, “I don't deny it. It's indeed very pleasurable."

Her actions and words fueled Waylen's desire for her even more.

This woman...

He completed dressing, grabbed his wallet, and left to buy the necessary medication.

When he returned, Rena had already taken a bath and attended to herself. Standing by the French window, she gazed outside.

Waylen closed the door behind him, poured her a glass of warm water, retrieved a pill, and handed it to her.

Rena swallowed the pill with a mixture of water, finding it somewhat bitter. Waylen embraced her gently, whispering into her ear, “Rena, am

I not worth another chance? Have I been sentenced to death in your heart?"

Rena was taken aback, and as she swallowed the water and pill, she experienced a pang of bitterness.

Waylen held her tenderly, his fingers caressing the soft flesh behind her ear, as he softly added, “I want to be a father, Rena. I don't care much about the gender, but it'll be better if it is a girl. She'd better get your brown hair and unlined face. We'll raise her as a princess and won't Let anyone bully her."

Rena's body stiffened.