Chapter 179: Chapter 179

Fuelled by the echoes of Harold’s presence, Walyen’s desire grew fiercer, his passion more intense.

Rena, sensing his unspoken needs, reciprocated his ardor, her arms encircling his neck in an embrace of passion and trust.

Together, they danced on the precipice of ecstasy, the rhythm of their bodies in perfect harmony.

When the crescendo of their lovemaking subsided, the clock had already struck two in the morning.

Nestled against Waylen’s broad chest, Rena basked in the comforting scent of their intimacy, a sweet fatigue washing over her.

Yet, amidst her tranquil state, a question lingered in her mind, and she voiced it softly, “What if Cecilia comes back? She has my phone number.

”

Waylen’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Rena’s in the dimly lit room.

With a reassuring smile, he murmured, “If she wishes to return, let her come.

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A surge of uncertainty washed over Rena as she sat up, her fingers grazing Waylen’’s chiseled jawline.

With a trembling voice, she contemplated, “Should I tell Cecilia…”

Waylen’s eyes locked onto Rena’s, a myriad of emotions swirling within his gaze.

“Tell her about your past with Harold?” he completed her sentence, his voice laced with understanding.

Rena’s nerves overwhelmed her, rendering her momentarily speechless.

Closing his eyes, Waylen drew her close, his touch a comforting balm against her apprehension.

Gently, he caressed her hair, his voice a tender whisper in the stillness of the room, “It’s unnecessary.

”

Rena’s brows furrowed, the depth of his meaning eluding her grasp.

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In the days that followed, Cecilia paid two more visits to their sanctuary.

Fortunately, she arrived alone, seeking the solace of food prepared by Rena rather than the presence of Harold.

Beneath Cecilia’s seemingly spoiled nature, Rena discovered a genuine simplicity, as she bestowed gifts and voiced her hopes of nurturing a stringer bond between Rena and Waylen.

Caught between laughter and tears, Rena pondered the unpredictable twists and turns of life.

As Cecilia departed on that fateful night, Waylen coincidentally returned.

The tantalizing aroma of food wafted through the air, causing him to wrinkle his nose in playful annoyance.

“Did Cecilia visit just now?” he queried, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Astonished, Rena asked, “How did you know?”

As she gently relieved Waylen of his coat, his fingers playfully pinched her rosy cheeks.