With Alexis' presence, Waylen restrained his urge to speak his mind.

When they reached home, Alexis had already fallen asleep.

Gently holding little Alexis in his arms, Waylen's eyes and brows softened with tenderness, and Rena followed him.

They went to the little girl's bedroom together.

Waylen carefully placed the little one on the bed, while Rena changed her into a comfortable pajama and tenderly wiped her hands and feet.

Embracing her delicate waist from behind, Waylen drew Rena closer to him, pressing his body against her back.

"Let's talk, okay?"

Rena turned her face slightly and asked, “What do you want to talk about?"

“About Tyrone. I can't help feeling jealous of him. Don't you notice it?"

When he returned to their table earlier, he observed that Rena didn't try to forge friendship with Tyrone's girlfriend at all.

He knew that keeping distance was Rena's way of secretly protecting Tyrone, and in turn, he also projected similar sentiments toward her.

Waylen was intrigued by the unspoken understanding between them.

Being open and honest, he laid his feelings bare.

Rena smiled.

“It's been years. Why bring it up again? Besides, it's impossible for me to be with him!"

Resting his hand on her back for a moment, Waylen couldn't help but be affectionate.

Finally, he carried her back to the master bedroom.

Though Rena put up a show of reluctance, she knew it was best not to wake up Alexis.

In the bedroom, Waylen gently pressed her against the end of the bed, interlocking his fingers with hers and passionately kissed her, their tongues dancing together.

After a long, intimate kiss, Rena pulled back and averted her gaze.

Whispering into her ear, Waylen said, “Rena, I've been pondering why I can't get Tyrone out of my mind. I don't even feel this level of envy towards Harold."

Curious, Rena looked at him and asked, "Why is that?"