Rena looked at him and said firmly, âIâm serious.
â
Once he had finished the noodles, Waylen dabbed his lips and explained, âIâve informed my father that heâll oversee the Fowler Group temporarily.
I have the capacity to manage your uncleâs company.
Besides, itâs already quite challenging for you to look after these children.
And⦠Rena, I donât want Marcus and Elva to lose their motherâs company.
Additionally, you can attend to your uncle when you have some free time.
â
Waylen had meticulously arranged everything.
Rena replied obediently, âOkay.
â
Waylen gazed at the children in the distance as they earnestly painted ceramic dolls.
He affectionately rubbed Renaâs nose and asked, âYou seem quite preoccupied today.
â
Rena smiled faintly.
She said in a low voice, âWaylen, Iâm concerned about my uncle.
Iâm worried that he wonât be able to make Cecilia happy even after he recovers.
â
Waylenâs eyes held depth as he scrutinized her for a while before breaking into a smile.
He walked to the window, opened it, and lit a cigarette.
He stood by the window, smoking.
After finishing half of the cigarette, he asked slowly, âAre you afraid that your uncle wonât be able to get it up again?â
Rena blushed.
Although the servants and children were all present at home, Waylen voiced his thoughts loudly.
Noticing her embarrassment, he looked around the hall.
He chuckled.
âThey canât hear us.
â
Rena approached, intending to discuss something serious with him.
Waylen gently caressed her face and asked, âIf I were to become ill and couldnât do it again, would you leave me because of it?â
Rena replied firmly, âI wouldnât!â
Waylen chuckled again.
Rena blushed and was about to walk away, but he grasped her waist.
He extinguished his cigarette, pressed his thin lips against the nape of her neck, and said, âYour uncleâs illness wonât affect his s@xual function.
â
Rena was left speechless.
In the hospital, Mark endured an arduous period.