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.

would know in two days

Waylen was smoking quietly.

seemed elusive in

dream, and what did it translate to in

for Rena, and for the life they had created, their third child, a daughter named

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grew, manifesting in the ashtray overflowing

was nearly

solace, the door creaked, and Rena slipped

soft Light casting a delicate glow

against him, Waylen felt the tension slowly ebbing

waist, and she inquired

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

neglected state, Rena embodied an innocent

was quiet

done anything

Initially preoccupied, Waylen’s attention shifted as Rena melted into his embrace, her delicate frame a

the slender strap of her silk nightgown, a contrast to his own

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with a husky rasp, his fingers

lips capturing

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