Considering there were still female servants in their forties present within the household, they likely hadnât reached menopause.
As for clothing, Waylen retrieved a black shirt and a pair of gym shorts from his wardrobe.
The servant, her face slightly flushed, handed him the tampons.
âhope Mrs.
Fowler finds them suitable.
â
Waylen examined the brand and a smile tugged at his lips.
âShe has used this brand before.
â
His smile caught the servant off guard, leaving her astonished.
The household staff had been aware of Mr.
and Mrs.
Fowlerâs divorce, witnessing their bitter falling out at the time.
They never anticipated that the couple would have any contact with each other again.
The servant couldnât believe her eyes when she saw Mr.
Fowlerâs evident joy upon his ex-wifeâs arrival the previous night.
Waylen proceeded directly to the guest room.
Meanwhile, Rena was in the bathroom, experiencing a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen.
Ever since giving birth, she had been prone to experiencing pain during her menstrual cycle.
Swiftly, she changed into the clothes Waylen had provided.
Emerging from the bathroom, Rena was taken aback to find Waylen still present, seated on the sofa engrossed in news articles on his mobile phone.
As Rena approached, Waylen lifted his gaze
Donning his black shirt, the hem cascading elegantly over the gym shorts, Rena showcased her slender legs.
She cinched the waistband snugly around her waist.
Waylenâs Adamâs apple bobbed gently as he uttered in a husky voice, âYou look good.
â
Rena intended to search for a bag to store her own clothes, but Waylen casually interjected, âLet the servant handle the laundry.
â
Rena couldnât fathom entrusting such a private task to anyone else.
Furthermore, this was Waylenâs abode.
Persisting in her pursuit of a laundry bag, Renaâs quest was abruptly interrupted by Alexisâ awakening.
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Clad in bare feet, the little girl set out in search of her mother.
Eventually, she discovered Rena in the guest room and flung herself into her motherâs awaiting embrace.
Rena cradled Alexis in her arms
Planting a tender ki*s on Alexisâ forehead, Rena scooped her up, gripping her little feet gently as she remarked, âNo more walking around barefoot, alright?â
Alexis nestled her head against Renaâs neck, offering no verbal response.