Waylen returned to his bedroom with Edwin in his arms.
A cozy glow filled the room, Rena woke up. She even prepared a warm bottle of milk, especially for Edwin.
Edwin remained lying down, happily sipping his milk.
In a bit, Edwin sneakily reached out and felt Rena‘s stomach.
Rena tilted slightly and softly told Edwin, “The baby’s name will be Elva, a name your uncle chose for her.”
Edwin was fond of this name.
In his mind, it was a much better name than Laura.
Edwin quickly drifted off to sleep after finishing the warm milk. As he settled into a steady breathing, Rena whispered, “They’ve been arguing. As Cecilia’s brother, do you feel comfortable letting them share a room? Don’t you worry that my uncle might not treat Cecilia well?”
Upon hearing this, Waylen let out a soft chuckle.
He caressed her hand, playfully tracing his fingers, suggesting a hint of flirtation.
“They’ve got a son. They have been intimate.”
Rena blushed.
She maintained a serious demeanor with Waylen, but he had a knack for shifting the conversation elsewhere. Fortunately, the dim lighting concealed her blushing face from his sight.
Waylen desired an intimate connection with Rena.
However, a young boy stood in their way, and he couldn’t take any action. It was best to have a conversation about it.
He gently grazed her stomach and murmured, “Rena, it’s been quite a while since we’ve been intimate.”
Rena remained silent.
She couldn’t grasp why he found a pregnant woman so captivating.
After all, she was six months along, and despite once being in great shape, her body had naturally changed.
Waylen offered no clarification.
He was a man, and Rena found the workings of the male heart and mind a mystery.
Meanwhile, Mark made his way upstairs.
He didn’t barge into Cecilia’s bedroom. Instead, he knocked softly.
Cecilia was afraid of making any noise, so she went to answer the door.