Rena kissed Alexis’ face and reassured her, “I am actually the owner of that restaurant. And I’ll occasionally play the piano there!”
Alexis! face suddenly lit up with happiness.
She wanted her mother to embrace her and wrap her arms around her neck.
She loved her mother’s scent.
When Rena arrived with Alexis at the French restaurant, she requested a seat near the piano.
She then ordered a delicious French cuisine for Alexis, cutting the steak into bite-sized pieces.
Alexis ate gracefully with a small fork, exuding elegance.
As Rena observed her, she couldn’t help but marvel at how Waylen’s strong genes had manifested in Alexis.
She ensured Alexis was well taken care of and then went to play the piano. Perhaps due to her contentment, the pieces she played that day were exceptionally moving.
Alexis rested her chin in her hands, admiring her mother’s slim waist and graceful posture.
Her mother’s brown hair and flowing dress exuded beauty.
Comparing her to the mothers of her classmates, Rena was far more stunning
Alexis then picked up a piece of steak and savored it.
Rena played a few more pieces before taking a break.
Women often strived to maintain their beauty, so Rena didn’t eat much for dinner.
Glancing at the time, it was already eight o’clock.
Most children Alexis’ age would go to bed at nine.
Just as Rena was about to call Waylen, a tall figure approached their table, accompanied by a slightly familiar voice, “Rena!”
Rena froze.
Bruce?
Bruce was the man Mark had introduced to her the other day, whom she had declined. She didn’t expect to encounter him again.
Rena wasn’t naive. She knew it wasn’t likely a mere coincidence.
She contemplated on how to discreetly maintain distance from him.
“Hello, mister her sweet voice