Waylen removed his coat and approached Rena. He gently took the box from her hand and inquired, “I saw Zack at the entrance just now. Did he give this to you?"

Rena nodded, withholding nothing.

Waylen gazed at her intently for a moment and spoke with a profound expression, "He is remarkably considerate."

Rena recognized Waylen‘s jealousy resurfacing.

She rose to her feet, assisting him in hanging his coat, and casually inquired, "When is the third hearing?"

Waylen settled into his seat, taking a sip of water from her cup and grinning.

“It's nearly settled. I'll have a colleague, Milo Wilson, handle the proceedings for the third hearing.”

Rena was taken aback.

Did he mean that he wouldn't need to go to Braseovell anymore?

Rena harbored a dislike for Elvira, so it would be a falsehood to claim that the news wasn't welcome. Nonetheless, Rena maintained her reserve and simply uttered, "I see," in a Light tone.

How could Waylen not discern Rena's thoughts?

Although he didn't explicitly acknowledge his understanding, he enveloped her slender frame from behind as she hung up the garments.

“It's been nearly three months, hasn't it? The doctor said we could resume our intimacy after three months.

A faint blush colored Rena's cheeks.

They hadn't engaged in any intimate encounters since her pregnancy began.

In truth, she didn't feel inclined to do so but she knew that Waylen had his needs. Many nights, he would uncover the sheets in the midnight hours and retreat to the bathroom for a solitary cold shower.

Rena shifted the topic, diverting the conversation.

“Vera has just given birth to her baby and there will be a celebration tomorrow. Will you accompany me?"

Waylen rested his chin upon Rena's shoulder.

Whispering into her ear, he deliberately teased, “Of course. You're so captivating that I fear if I'm not vigilant, other men will attempt to court you."

Rena's ire flared.

He released his hold on her and chuckled softly.