A sense of relief washed over him, causing his eyelids to flutter closed.
Waylen’s heart ached upon witnessing this scene. He proceeded to the car, carefully securing the little boy into his designated seat, and then turned his attention to Cecilia.
Cecilia entered the vehicle silently, her voice barely audible as she whispered, “Please, for the time being, don’t inform Dad and Mom about this, alright?”
“Are you afraid now?” Waylen scoffed, closing the car door behind them.
Suppressing his desire to smoke, he reluctantly abstained, mindful of Edwin’s presence.
Following a prolonged silence, he pressed down on the accelerator.
After half an hour, the vehicle gradually pulled into the tranquil estate.
Initially, Waylen had no intention of disturbing Rena, yet an air of unease pervaded her thoughts. The sound of the door opening and closing roused her from slumber. She donned a night robe and gracefully emerged from the bed.
Positioned on the staircase, she beheld Waylen cradling Edwin in his arms, with Cecilia following behind.
Waylen’s voice resonated softly, “Allow Edwin to sleep beside Lexi tonight! And you, converse with Cecilia!”
Rena nodded, her acquiescence evident.
Ascending the stairs, she unlocked the door for Waylen.
With utmost care, Waylen entered, tenderly placing Edwin upon the bed.
Perhaps the mattress was exceptionally comfortable, for Edwin remained undisturbed in his slumber.
However, Alexis, sensing the movement, awakened, opening her eyes and embracing Edwin within her arms like hugging her treasured teddy bear.
Their facial features bore striking resemblance and their brown hair mirrored one another.
Waylen’s heart swelled with warmth.
He gently caressed Alexis’ head, and then Edwin’s. His voice a murmur as he said, “He resembles his father.”
Rena was grappled with a sense of guilt.
Waylen turned to face her, his tone laced with brusqueness, “You must have surmised which jerk fathered him, haven’t you?”
His words carried a harsh edge.
Softly, Rena implored, “Let’s not discuss it in the presence of the children. We can address this matter tomorrow.”
Waylen glared at her.
Rena was not afraid of him as before. However, Rena no longer cowered before him. As she exited the bedroom, she even spoke with newfound courage. “You shouldn’t have directed your anger at me! This is not my fault!”
A sense of relief washed over him, causing his eyelids to flutter closed.
Waylen’s heart ached upon witnessing this scene. He proceeded to the car, carefully securing the little boy into his designated seat, and then turned his attention to Cecilia.
Cecilia entered the vehicle silently, her voice barely audible as she whispered, “Please, for the time being, don’t inform Dad and Mom about this, alright?”
“Are you afraid now?” Waylen scoffed, closing the car door behind them.
Suppressing his desire to smoke, he reluctantly abstained, mindful of Edwin’s presence.
Following a prolonged silence, he pressed down on the accelerator.
After half an hour, the vehicle gradually pulled into the tranquil estate.
Initially, Waylen had no intention of disturbing Rena, yet an air of unease pervaded her thoughts. The sound of the door opening and closing roused her from slumber. She donned a night robe and gracefully emerged from the bed.
Positioned on the staircase, she beheld Waylen cradling Edwin in his arms, with Cecilia following behind.
Waylen’s voice resonated softly, “Allow Edwin to sleep beside Lexi tonight! And you, converse with Cecilia!”
Rena nodded, her acquiescence evident.
Ascending the stairs, she unlocked the door for Waylen.
With utmost care, Waylen entered, tenderly placing Edwin upon the bed.
Perhaps the mattress was exceptionally comfortable, for Edwin remained undisturbed in his slumber.
However, Alexis, sensing the movement, awakened, opening her eyes and embracing Edwin within her arms like hugging her treasured teddy bear.
Their facial features bore striking resemblance and their brown hair mirrored one another.
Waylen’s heart swelled with warmth.
He gently caressed Alexis’ head, and then Edwin’s. His voice a murmur as he said, “He resembles his father.”
Rena was grappled with a sense of guilt.
Waylen turned to face her, his tone laced with brusqueness, “You must have surmised which jerk fathered him, haven’t you?”
His words carried a harsh edge.
Softly, Rena implored, “Let’s not discuss it in the presence of the children. We can address this matter tomorrow.”
Waylen glared at her.
Rena was not afraid of him as before. However, Rena no longer cowered before him. As she exited the bedroom, she even spoke with newfound courage. “You shouldn’t have directed your anger at me! This is not my fault!”