She pently admonished her son, saying, “fou must exercise restraint. Do you desire to have a child or not? Engaging in such activities frequently nay lead to health issues in the future and you might be unable to conceive with her, Don’t me Rena by then.”


    Juliette paused,


    “‘Inmy opinion, both of you should have a child while you are still young With a child, you will experience a profound sense of belonging”


    Whylen sighed, “Mom, J will be back for the dessert, okay?”


    Juliette then ended the call,


    Wiylen steered the car back towards the Fowler residence.


    The grandeur of the Fowler residence radiated from the brightly uminated facade. The hall brimmed with activity, indicating the presence of esteemed guests.


    As Waylen stepped inside, he discovered Harold holding his beloved sister, Cecilia.


    Cecilia blushed yfully under Harold’s gaze.


    Upon catching sight of Waylen’s return, Harold gently released his fiancee and provocatively remarked, “The scent emanating from Waylen’s body resembles that of hotel shower gel.”


    Cecilia nudged Harold, jesting, “Don’t be ridiculous! Why would Waylen visit a hotel and even take a shower there?”


    Harold smiled mischievously. “Is that so?”


    Yet, Waylen did not refute the im. He casually topk a seat across from


    them and uttered, “I indeed have juste back from the hotel…”


    Cecilia stood in stunned silence.


    Had Waylen truly visited a hotel?


    Was there another woman apanying him?


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    Waylen extracted a small pearl ear stud from his pocket and continued, “We engaged in passionate intimacy. Rena inadvertently left behind this on the bed, oblivious to its presence…”


    After uttering those words, Waylen cast a nce in Harold’s direction.


    The smile that had adorned Harold’s face instantaneously vanished…


    Observing the somber expression on Harold’s countenance, Waylen found himself less infuriated.


    The maid Brenda graciously delivered a slice of cake she had freshly baked.


    Having witnessed Waylen’s maturation and treating him with utmost kindness, she naturally inquired, “Why. didn’t-you bring Miss Gordon along?”


    Waylen hesitated for a moment.