NovelBarConsidering there were still female servants in their forties present within the household, they likely hadn’t reached menopause.
As for clothing, Waylen retrieved a black shirt and a pair of gym shorts from his wardrobe.
The servant, her face slightly flushed, handed him the tampons. “hope Mrs. Fowler finds them suitable.”
Waylen examined the brand and a smile tugged at his lips.
“She has used this brand before.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis smile caught the servant off guard, leaving her astonished.
The household staff had been aware of Mr. and Mrs. Fowler’s divorce, witnessing their bitter falling out at the time. They never anticipated that the couple would have any contact with each other again. The servant couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Mr. Fowler’s evident joy upon his ex-wife’s arrival the previous night.
Waylen proceeded directly to the guest room.
Meanwhile, Rena was in the bathroom, experiencing a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen.
Ever since giving birth, she had been prone to experiencing pain during her menstrual cycle.
Swiftly, she changed into the clothes Waylen had provided.
Emerging from the bathroom, Rena was taken aback to find Waylen still present, seated on the sofa engrossed in news articles on his mobile phone.
As Rena approached, Waylen lifted his gaze
Donning his black shirt, the hem cascading elegantly over the gym shorts, Rena showcased her slender legs.
She cinched the waistband snugly around her waist.
Waylen’s Adam’s apple bobbed gently as he uttered in a husky voice, “You look good.”
Rena intended to search for a bag to store her own clothes, but Waylen casually interjected, “Let the servant handle the laundry.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRena couldn’t fathom entrusting such a private task to anyone else.
Furthermore, this was Waylen’s abode.
Persisting in her pursuit of a laundry bag, Rena’s quest was abruptly interrupted by Alexis’ awakening.
Clad in bare feet, the little girl set out in search of her mother. Eventually, she discovered Rena in the guest room and flung herself into her mother’s awaiting embrace.
Rena cradled Alexis in her arms
Planting a tender kiss on Alexis’ forehead, Rena scooped her up, gripping her little feet gently as she remarked, “No more walking around barefoot, alright?”
Alexis nestled her head against Rena’s neck, offering no verbal response.
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