GoodReadAfter a lingering embrace, Rena’s voice, velvety soft, articulated her rationale.
“I want our baby’s father to be just as informed. I won’t take on this journey alone.”
Waylen’s mind rewound to the past.
Rena’s Labor with Alexis was shadowed by his trial in Braseovell, the same morning their villa was engulfed in flames.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe birth of Marcus was tainted by Mavis’s interference, depriving Rena of proper care.
Regret rippled through Waylen, a pang of sympathy for Rena’s past experiences.
Seated beside her, Waylen pressed his forehead against Rena’s, a gesture of intimacy. He murmured, “I vow to cherish the mother of our baby. Rest easy, Miss Gordon.”
Rena’s gaze ascended, her lashes quivering ever so slightly.
Miss Gordon?
Had his memories returned?
Waylen remained taciturn, enfolding her within his embrace. From his pocket, he withdrew a delicate object and tenderly placed it in Rena’s hand.
“This is for you. Keep it.”
Rena’s head dipped, her gaze now resting on her open palm.
Nestled there was an emerald, its pieces interwoven.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was a token once bestowed upon her by Harold.
This very trinket had been her lifeline in her darkest hour.
Her fingers traced the emerald’s contours, and she inquired with a hint of playfulness.
“When did you become so magnanimous, Mr. Fowler?”
Her use of “Mr. Fowler” indicated an awareness of their shared dream.
Waylen regarded her, a tender smile playing on his Lips. “Tell me, when did I become anything but magnanimous?”
Rena returned the smile.
In her serene countenance, Waylen detected an inexplicable sentiment, stirring something within him.
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