"No, you are Cecilia's sister-in-law. Help me take care of her, will you?"

Rena wrapped her arms around his neck, a smile gracing her lips.

“Are you not afraid that I might side with my uncle?"

Taking a step closer, Waylen whispered in her ear, "I confronted him and we both injured. Who do you feel sorry for?"

He playfully flirted with her.

Rena's lips met his, as she whispered, "I don't sympathize with either of you."

Waylen chuckled.

His mood had significantly improved, perhaps due to the emotional burden he had carried in the past two days, and he yearned for intimacy with her. Despite the limited time and the inopportune moment, he gently slipped his hands beneath her clothes, ensuring her comfort.

Afterwards, she leaned against his shoulder, gasping for breath.

Waylen embraced her tenderly, holding her close for an extended period before finally speaking up.

"Don't accompany me later! My father has a volatile temper. It's inevitable for him to utter harsh words.

Rena shook her head in disagreement.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she replied softly, "No. As Cecilia's sister-in-law, I must accompany her

After those words escaped her lips, Waylen fell into a deep silence.

Rena lifted her gaze, her eyes filled with concern.

“What's the matter?"

He brushed his fingers against her ear and said in a husky voice, "You said you're Cecilia's sister-in-law. Rena, am I still your husband in your heart? Do we still have a chance to reconcile?"

A blush crept upon Rena's ears.

She gently pushed his hand away and asserted, "We're discussing something serious here."

Waylen playfully pinched her earlobe before retreating to the bathroom with his clothes.

Around noon, Waylen and the others arrived at the Fowler family residence.

The butler, brimming with excitement, rushed in to deliver the news, "Miss Fowler has returned!"