The premiere of Mr. Ethan drew closer, the air charged with anticipation and excitement.
Given the bustling atmosphere around the holiday season, Rena decided to attend the event with Waylen alone, sparing the young children the sensory overload.
The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue as Rena prepared to leave.
When she just changed her dress, she heard a car horn outside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt signaled Waylen’s arrival to escort her.
Moments later, the bedroom door opened, revealing Waylen’s admiring gaze.
He stood at the door, looked at her silently for a while and then closed the door gently.
Rena’s appearance, resplendent in a long gown of gold and pink, exuded a radiant glow.
Despite the subtle curve of her pregnancy, her beauty shone unabated, her elegance and grace undiminished.
Waylen’s presence filled the room, his tender kiss gracing her shoulder as he whispered, “My enchanting beauty.”
Rena’s heart danced within her chest at his words, her breath hitching with the tender sincerity woven into his voice.
Then, Waylen produced a slender bead chain, attaching the exquisite emerald pendant to her neck.
The gem lay like a sleeping beauty against her skin.
Rena stroked it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe Looked up at him and said in a low voice, “Actually, you don’t have to be so worried.”
Waylen smoothed her long hair and tied it up for her.
With his gaze fixated on her face, he relied with a faint smiled, “I just hope that Harold’s love can really protect you. Promise me that you won’t take it off, Rena.”
Her nod was slow and certain, her heart echoing the depth of her commitment .
Exiting the room, Waylen draped a thick fur coat over Rena’s shoulders, a protective gesture against the chill outside. Ensuring she remained warm in the underground garage, he personified his devotion in every action.
The theater of Duefron was a shimmering sea of life, a tapestry woven with the threads of anticipation and glamour.