NovelEnglishShe possessed an uncanny ability to sway him, captivating his attention as she stated, “After all, he shares your bloodline.”
A chuckle escaped Waylen’s Lips.
Drawing her closer into his embrace, he pressed his forehead against hers. “But he truly resembles that scoundrel.”
Rena refrained from any retort.
She tenderly kissed him, utilizing her gentleness to sway his emotions.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaylen enveloped her delicate waist with his arms and murmured in hushed tones, “Are you attempting to resolve this matter through physical intimacy? Let me make it clear-even if we engage in intimacy tonight, I will still do what needs to be done afterward. Moreover, I hope we can genuinely reconcile. Our sexual life should be founded upon mutual love, naturally unfolding, and not for the sake of anyone else but rather the expression of our desires.”
Rena ceased her playful demeanor.
Resting her head upon his shoulder, she could feel the warmth emanating from his neck. Listening to the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat, she whispered, ““Waylen, it seems you possess exceptional self-control now.”
His gaze held depth, subtly disagreeing with her
“Rena… You are my wife. I want to respect you! I want you to genuinely feel at ease and treasure every moment spent with me I want every memory to be cherished.”
Rena could no longer withstand the intensity.
Was he not angry? Why did he start flirting with her now?
Silently smoothing her pajamas, she stood up. However, Waylen pulled her back into his arms, tenderly embracing her in a passionate kiss that lingered. He murmured, “Sleep in the master bedroom with me tonight.”
Rena didn’t refuse.
She was certain he was not in the mood for intimacy tonight.
As she settled upon the spacious bed in the master bedroom, her thoughts revolved around the complexities of her relationship with Waylen, realizing that the challenges they faced transcended mere external circumstances.
However, the relationship between Cecilia and Mark was entangled in countless complexities.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLost in deep contemplation, Rena found herself drifting into a half-asleep state, only to be jolted awake by the sound of a car engine starting downstairs.
Momentarily stunned, she swiftly left the bed and hurried downstairs.
Waylen’s car had already departed.
With a sense of urgency, she inquired of the servant, “Where has Waylen gone?”
The servant shook her head, signifying her lack of knowledge.
In that very moment, a pale-faced Cecilia rushed downstairs, her intuition grasping at the truth.
Rena whispered softly, attempting to assuage her fears, “Don’t worry. I will ask Jazlyn.”
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