With a gentle touch, Marcus released the buckle of Melissaâs seat belt.
Cradling Melissa in his embrace, Marcus shared Renaâs words with her.
Renaâs gentle voice echoed, âMarcus, youâre aware of your fatherâs temperament.
If it werenât for Alexis, you might have been pressured to have a child at your age.
â
Marcus inclined his head to meet Melissaâs gaze.
A blush graced Melissaâs cheeks, given their recent intimate encounter.
Despite the impulse to touch her, Marcus spoke earnestly, âMom, I understand.
Iâll bring Melissa back soon.
â
Rena concluded the call with a sense of contentment.
Waylen, holding a pill, inquired, âHow did it go?â
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Gracefully settling into a chair, Rena took a sip of tea and remarked, âDidnât I have it on speaker just now?â
Waylen dr@ped his arm around her shoulder, suggesting, âCanât you repeat it for me?â
Lifting her head, Rena ki*sed him, her smile radiating warmth as she shared, âI think weâre about to become grandparents again.
â
Waylen promptly rose from his seat.
Pacing around the room, Waylen couldnât contain himself.
âWe need to make a grand celebration of it.
Alexis and Leonel had their baby, but they havenât had a proper wedding yet.
Itâs absurd.
We canât afford any missteps on Marcusâ marriage this time.
â
Rena remarked nonchalantly, âWeâve been married for decades, and we never had a formal wedding either.
â
Waylen was taken aback.
Displaying his usual shamelessness and charm, he leaned in and whispered, âIâve been keeping you quite satisfied every night recently.
Isnât that a better deal than a wedding? How many women your age are still so radiant?â
Rena couldnât tolerate his teasing.
His insatiable s@xual appetite was apparent, leaving him restless.
Fixing her gaze on him, she declared, âYouâre sleeping in the study tonight.
â
Waylen lifted Rena off the ground, prompting her to clutch his neck in fear.
âWhatâs your plan? The servants might catch us.
â
Asserting his position, Waylen asserted, âYouâll sleep in the study with me tonight.
â
Accustomed to their bedroom routine, the change of locale added a sense of novelty.
Upon reaching the second floor, Rena reprimanded Waylen for his shameless behavior.
Waylen pushed her against the sofa, planting a ki*s.
âWhich noblewoman compares to you? Your entire body goes soft when I ki*s you.
Donât you want me to hold you?â
Placing her hand on his shoulder, Rena halted his advances.