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Chapter 2119 He was actually talking about Kyle's son, Albert, from Heron.
He was such a free spirit, only ever listening to Rena.
Over the past two years, Albert had been under Rena's guidance, honing his temperament and capabilities.
His training was nearing its completion, and he was due to return to take over his family business, the Moore Group, in Heron. Waylen wanted to celebrate so bad, yet he hesitated, not wanting to disturb.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRena.
His life as her husband sometimes left him feeling morose, a sentiment he chose not to share with Cecilia.
Cecilia, not delving too deeply, simply nodded, understanding the challenges Rena faced with the many children, including Leonel.
Waylen offered a gentle smile, waved farewell, and drove off in his black Maybach.
Left in contemplation Cecilia was interrupted by Mark's gentle query.
“What's on your mind?’ Angela's Library “Waylen seems odd today,” Cecilia remarked with an air of concern.
Mark chuckled.
Waylen was known for his devotion to Rena, often returning home early from social functions, a practice some interpreted as maintaining his integrity.
However, Mark knew Waylen was simply attentive and devoted to his wife.
Pondering Waylen's relationship, Mark gazed at Cecilia.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You always seem to trust me a lot; you never get jealous, do you?” Cecilia gave him a meaningful look, clearing her throat.
“You've probably had your fill of adventures by now. | trust in your self-control.” Playfully pinching her cheek, Mark teased, “I'll demonstrate my self-control to you tonight.” Cecilia, feigning indignation, protested, “But | thought you were unwell, Stop bothering me all the time.” They were alone in the garden. Mark drew her close, his touch tender.
“Who else should | go to when you're the only one in my mind?” he whispered.
She blushed, lost for words but not for feelings.
She adored Mark, and loved how he cooked for her, his seriousness, and the vulnerability he showed only to her.
Cecilia embraced him.