Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.

After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper.

“I spent the evening cooking a feast.

Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.

Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate.

His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly.

“Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.

With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.

He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension.

Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain.

know in two days if he succeed

Waylen was smoking quietly.

in the

dream, and what

a tempest of concern, for Rena, and for the life they

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in the ashtray overflowing with

uncertainty was nearly

breath of solace, the door creaked, and Rena slipped into

the soft Light casting a

Waylen felt the tension slowly

arms encircled his waist,

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

neglected state, Rena embodied an

was

done

shifted as Rena melted into his embrace, her delicate

fingers brushed against the slender strap of her

‘s BunnyBookery

you wear this on purpose?” Waylen’s voice was tinged with a husky rasp, his fingers dancing along

lifted her gaze, her lips capturing his chin

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