Waylen paused, his gaze fixed on Rena as a faint smile appeared on his lips. After a long while, he inquired, “You care about her so much, don’t you?”


    Rena opted not to respond. Shey down on the bed, closing her eyes.


    Fatigue washed over her, causing her to appear particrly vulnerable.


    Waylen couldn’t help but kiss her andin in a low voice, “We’ve done it a little too much and my legs are a little weak.”


    Rena was so angry that she threw a pillow to him.


    Waylen chuckled and put his hand into the quilt to tease her. “Don’t be goody-two-shoes. You were also veryfortable, but you have to pretend that you don’t care about it. Just admit it, where else can you enjoy a handsome man like me?”


    He hadn’t talked to her like this for a long time. At this moment, they seemed to go back to the past.


    Rena was in a trance.


    Unable to resist, Waylen leaned in and kissed her, murmuring softly, “I’m leaving.


    Don’t meet Tyrone.”


    Waylen boarded a private ne and returned to Duefron. Upon entering the Fowler residence, he sensed the oppressive atmosphere that had settled in.


    When his mother, the beautiful and affectionate Juliette, caught sight of him, she approached as though she had found a savior and whispered, “Go and persuade your little sister. She hasn’t eaten anything all day and has even taken three sleeping pills.”


    Waylenforted his mother, assuring her, “It’s okay. I’ll go check on her.”


    Tears welled up in Juliette’s eyes as she nodded.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    While making his way upstairs, she stopped him, as if on the verge of saying something, but ultimately remained silent.


    Waylen understood what Juliette wanted to convey.


    He smiled and reassured her, “Mom, I’ll exin everything to Dadter.” With that, Waylen ascended to the second floor.


    Pushing the door open, he found Cecilia lying on the bed, covering her head with a quilt.


    He sat on the edge of the bed, attempting to pull the quilt away, but she resisted.


    He then yfully teased his sister. “Taking three sleeping pills and not dying? What a survivor you are! But don’t suffocate yourself now. If news of such a twist were to spread, it would bring shame to the Fowler family.”


    Cecilia emerged from beneath the quilt, throwing her arms around her brother.


    Waylen understood her distress, gently caressing her head and saying softly, “Are you attempting to harm yourself or just trying to act like a spoiled child?”


    In his embrace, Cecilia uttered softly, “Waylen, you’re wicked.”


    “What’s wicked about me?”