Mark kissed Alexis once more and walked away with determined steps.

He entered the car and sat in silence. The chauffeur softly inquired, “Mr. Evans, where shall we go now?”

Mark gently extended his palm, revealing a faint pink scar.

In a low voice, he instructed, “Sky Road No.19.”

The chauffeur had worked for him for a long time, and though Mark had never explicitly mentioned it, a few years ago he used to come to Duefron for one or two nights every week.

That apartment was Mark’s discreet retreat for his romantic liaisons.

An hour later, the car arrived at the apartment. Mark ascended the stairs on his own.

The apartment spanned approximately 120 square meters and boasted opulent decorations.

It had been a while since he last set foot in this place. Dust had settled on the furniture, indicating that the mistress of the house hadn’t been here in a long time either.

Mark brushed off a spot on the sofa and took a seat.

He smoked in tranquil silence.

In truth, he had considered marrying her.

However, their age difference was a significant hurdle Moreover, their relationship resembled more of a fleeting encounter than a lasting connection. After a considerable amount of time, Mark called his secretary, his voice hoarse.

“Peter, help me locate Cecilia!”

Peter was taken aback by his request.

He didn’t anticipate his boss mentioning that name again.

“Just look into it,” Mark said nonchalantly.

Peter regained his composure and promptly responded, “Yes, sir.”

Mark hung up the phone, closed the door and departed.

Once he descended the stairs, his trace of melancholy seemed to vanish completely.

*

At twilight.

As soon as Waylen stepped out of the car, a servant informed him of Mark’s visit.

Waylen expressed that he already knew.

He scanned the surroundings and spotted Rena in the kitchen.

Rena was busy cooking dinner, the ingredients clearly prepared with Mark in mind. Waylen couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Since they reconnected, Rena seldom cooked, but today she had gone to great lengths to prepare a variety of dishes for Mark.

She focused on her culinary tasks, her silhouette exuding a graceful elegance.

Waylen found her beautiful whenever he laid his eyes on her.

He entrusted his coat to the servant and approached Rena, his voice filled with curiosity. “Uncle Mark has been here? What did he say?”

Rena stood at the stove, frying fish.

She cast a brief glance at him and playfully corrected, “It’s my uncle, not yours!”

Waylen couldn’t help but be moved by the laughter dancing in her eyes. He didn’t fuss over the distinction she made, saying, “I’LL Lend you a hand!”

Rena declined his offer, stating, “Just go and stay with Lexi!”

Lowering his voice, Waylen confessed, “Right now, I’d rather be with you!”

Sensing the atmosphere, the kitchen servants discreetly made their exit.

Waylen boldly enveloped Rena’s waist with his arms, planting a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, and murmured vaguely, “Mrs. Fowler, your skin is radiant and enticing!”

“I am not Mrs. Fowler”

“But you are! We have shared countless moments of intimacy, we were married and have a child together!”

He was being unreasonable!

Rena had endured his advances several times. With genuine concern, she suggested, “You should visit the andrology department! I worry about your well-being!”

Waylen chuckled and didn’t take it further.

He pecked her cheek and declared, “I’m going to take a shower!”

Yet as soon as he departed from the kitchen, a servant discreetly whispered to him, “Mr. Coleman is here! He wishes to see Mrs. Fowler.”

Waylen furrowed his brow.

Rolling up his sleeves, he commanded the servant, “I will go and meet him. Don’t inform Rena that he has arrived.”

The servant nodded in understanding.

Waylen ignited a cigarette and strolled leisurely towards the villa’s gate.

He had heard from his father that Lyndon was unwell. His father hadn’t disclosed this information to Rena, so Waylen decided to keep it from her as well.

He approached the door.

Upon catching sight of him, Lyndon rushed forward and exclaimed, “Waylen!”

Waylen leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke and grinned. “Mr. Coleman! Please don’t come here again and don’t approach Rena!”

Lyndon appeared disappointed.

He raised his gaze and explained earnestly, “I’m not pressuring Rena to undergo a bone marrow matching with me. I simply wish to see her!”

He held gifts in his hands.

Some were intended for Rena, while others were for Alexis.

Waylen glanced at him and scorned, “If you don’t want her to be your donor, then why have you come to see her now?”

Lyndon’s expression froze. He stumbled over his words, “That was thoughtless of me.”

Waylen didn’t hold much respect for him.

He disdained Lyndon partly due to his treatment of Rena.

Additionally, the Fowler family was certain that it was Elvira who pushed Cecilia into the water, information that the Coleman family was already aware of. Yet, they continued to exploit this knowledge and recklessly threaten the Fowler family for years!

Waylen then said sternly, “You have overstayed your welcome! Don’t come back again. I don’t want Rena to be hurt again!”

Lyndon persisted, still imploring him.

departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the

keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be

revealed, “My mother is in the same hospital as him. She informed me earlier. Waylen, you don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually

had not been entangled

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced

into her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with

be just like any ordinary

away and

you tell

hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a

Waylen

an enigmatic blend of passion and

hesitation, Rena refrained from

then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me,

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

“Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that

gaze, Rena

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me, then just help

averted for a

to ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few

then went to

thoughts were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

felt it was

they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

a tinge

dinner, but when facing

leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her

“Dad said he was the prince of mom when he read

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by

the end, the prince and the princess get

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book,

about dad and

affection,

of Rena’s

moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted

to

planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her

also declined the

suggested, “What if I offer

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

in a silk nightdress, and her long brown

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

help but admire her

glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light

good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights

Rena could respond,

door, the sound of

rain showered the season, a

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

trembling and seeking refuge in

reassured her, “I’m here.

still trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

of wind blew open

room instantly, soaking the

hesitation, Rena

a blanket

was about to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

hand holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to the

fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

gaze shifted to

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?” he

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

distant rumble of thunder served as

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

to

that he never let go of her hand throughout

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go

he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was

utter

on her hands, he restrained her

in a fervent embrace and the passion

went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t

at him, finding his

right beside them, he refrained

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

shoulder and

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and

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