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.

in two days if he succeed or

Waylen was smoking quietly.

seemed elusive in the hushed

many days had passed in this dream, and what

a tempest of concern, for Rena, and for the

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frustration grew, manifesting in the ashtray overflowing with spent

uncertainty was

breath of solace, the door creaked, and Rena

Waylen’s embrace, the soft Light

felt

encircled his waist, and she inquired with

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

an innocent vulnerability

was quiet yet

haven’t done anything

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

fingers brushed against the slender strap of her silk nightgown, a contrast to

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was tinged with a husky rasp, his

capturing his chin

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