At that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint smile at Rena.

A slight blush tinted Rena's cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you sleep."

However, Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused to drink.

Seated at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter's cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have the milk."

Rena also declined the offer.

Waylen's eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something else to drink?"

Contemplating the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it slowly.

In the dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over her shoulders.

A glimpse of delicate skin adorned her collarbone.

Waylen couldn't help but admire her for a lingering moment.

After finishing the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, "Please turn off the light when you leave."

Leaning in, Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights with me?"

Rena responded softly, "Let such thoughts rest."

His lips brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, "I yearn for those nights to become our cherished routine."

Before Rena could respond, he departed.

As Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena's ears.

Unusually heavy rain showered the season, a rare occurrence.

In the middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena's slumber.

The ominous rumble reverberated.

Bolts of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city's windows like ethereal lanterns.

Alexis awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena's embrace frightened by the storm.

Holding Alexis close, Rena reassured her, "I'm here. Don't be afraid, my darling."