It was a gift from Heron, courtesy of Mavis.


    Seeing the signature yfully gracing the apanying note, Rena couldn’t help but sigh, a mix of emotions swelled within her. She looked at her husband and said, “You said it was delivered by mistake.”


    Waylen’s gaze shifted to Rena, a soft smile gracing his lips. “I didn’t want to upset you.”This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    Rena began to unpack the gift, her voice Laced with a nonchnt air.


    “No need to worry, I have no cause for distress.”


    In the arena of their rtionship, Rena recognized the roots of their problemsy within Waylen. The external influences paled inparison to their shared struggles. Mavis’s connection to Elvira remained Rena’s primary concern.


    It was a potential source of strife which made her think of how narrow-minded she was.


    Unveiling the package revealed a collection of local treasures from Heron.


    Rena looked at it quietly for a while and called the servant to put it in the kitchen. It was a thoughtful offering that would find its ce in the kitchen for future use.


    As Waylen encircled Rena’s waist, his voice softened. “Rena, I’ve never harbored any affection for her.”


    “I understand,” she responded, her thoughts involuntarily revisiting the day of the lipstick incident.


    The memory was tinged withplexity. It was filled with desires, challenges, and a frustrating confrontation that had revealed her husband’s probing nature.


    Their connection held within a tumultuous dance, and Rena made her decision. “For now, it might be best if we sleep in separate beds.”


    The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon Waylen as he attempted to navigate her deration.


    Gently coaxing, he reasoned, “Consider the practicalities, my love. If we sleep apart and you desire beef bone soup in the dead of night, who’ll rise to satisfy your craving?”


    Rena’s contemtion gave way to agreement. Then, a smile tugged at her Lips.


    Waylen, his tie perfectly adjusted, herded Alexis and Leonel towards the awaiting car, ready to fulfill his role as chauffeur for the morning. “Come along. I will drive you to the kindergarten.”


    Alexis and Leonel clutched their schoolbags, an air of excitement permeating the space.


    Hand in hand, they climbed into the car.


    With Rena standing by, she watched the limousine depart with a smile curving her lips, the promise of warmth and sunshine illuminating her heart. Returning to the haven of their home, she discovered a tableden with her favorite breakfast and a bowl of mashed potatoes lovingly prepared for Marcus.


    A tender touch of realization swept through her. Waylen truly was a wonderful husband.


    Rena turned around and saw that Marcus was taken downstairs by a servant. With a smile on her lips, she nted a loving kiss on her son.


    As the day unfolded, a call from Cecilia brought unexpected news.