Guilt overwhelmed Rena.

Even though she comprehended that Waylen had acted in her best interest, she still harbored resentment towards him.

Tears streamed from the comers of Rena's eyes.

Disregarding their presence, she leaned down to plant a kiss on Alexis.

Alexis resembled her a lot.

Yet, her disposition was an exact inheritance from Waylen.

Rena couldn't resist reclining and embracing Alexis.

As she inhaled the faint scent of milk emanating from Alexis' body, Rena gradually found solace, as if all her pain had been healed in that very moment.

Waylen stood silently at the doorway, observing them.

He recognized the need to allow Rena time to acclimate but his impatience got the better of him,

He yearned to be close to her.

It was not solely driven by carnal desire but by his longing for this woman. He yearned to know if, after three years, she still desired him.

Waylen switched off the light.

The bedroom abruptly plunged into darkness. Rena was momentarily taken aback.

Then, the plush mattress beside Rena dipped profoundly. Waylen positioned himself above her. In the dim illumination, their figures became indistinct.

Rena whispered, her voice barely audible, "Waylen, have you lost your mind?"

He stared intently at her.

Under her unwavering gaze, he lowered his head and Kissed her. Before she could react, he intrusively invaded her mouth with his tongue.

It had been a considerable period since their last passionate encounter.

Waylen's kissing technique was evidently a bit rusty.

He attempted to arouse her and make her feel at ease, just as he had done in the past.

Rena pushed him away.