Tyler broke off mid-sentence. His gaze suddenly fixed on the empty wine bottle in front of Rachel.

“You finished it?”

Rachel still felt clear-headed. She nodded. “Yeah. I think your wine tastes really good.”

Tyler lifted a hand to his forehead and laughed. “It is good wine, but the alcohol content is very high."

“Really?” Rachel picked up the bottle to check. “Doesn’t feel that strong to me.”

“You feel fine now. Give it another ten minutes, and you won’t be saying that.”

Rachel frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tyler didn’t explain further. He rose from his chair.

“Go lie down for a while. I’ll head downstairs and talk to Wanda.”

“Didn’t Wanda already go to bed?”

“Doesn’t matter. She usually gets up around this time.”

Rachel didn’t press on and let him go.

On his way out, Tyler poured her a glass of water. Just then, Wanda came out of the bathroom. Seeing him startled her.

“Oh my goodness! Sir, you scared me! What is it? Are you hungry? Should I make you something to eat?”

“No need. Prepare some hangover soup.”

Wanda immediately asked, “Did Ms. Lloyd drink too much?”

“Yeah. It’s my fault for not paying attention.”

Wanda smiled.

“That’s fine. Drinking sometimes helps to set the mood. Nothing wrong with that at all.”

Tyler didn’t respond.

Wanda knew he wasn’t the type to play along with such remarks.

He poured some water and was about to head upstairs when Wanda stopped him again.

“Sir.”

Tyler turned around. “What is it?”

Lowering her voice, Wanda said, “Sir, I know this isn’t really my place, and I shouldn’t meddle. But I still want to say that Ms. Lloyd is truly wonderful. If you and she really are fond of each other, maybe it’s time to think about having a child. At my age, I’m still healthy enough. I could even help you both look after the baby.”

Tyler knew Wanda meant well. “Wanda, my relationship with her isn’t at that stage yet. Talking about children now is a bit too much, isn’t it?”

Wanda gave him the knowing smile of someone who had lived long enough to see these things.

“Too much? Not at all. You should tell Ms. Lloyd how you feel. A woman won’t just know unless you show her. And from what I’ve seen, she doesn’t dislike you. In fact, I think she might even have a little affection for you.”

Tyler watched her speak with such conviction and couldn’t help but tease, “Wanda, why do I feel like you’re more eager than I am?”

“Of course I am! If you hurry up and have a child, your mother can rest easy in heaven.”

Tyler sighed softly, recognizing her good intentions. “I know, Wanda. I’ll think about it. But it’s late. Make the soup and then get some rest yourself.”

“Alright, you two should rest early as well.”

Her tone left little room for further thought. Tyler chose to ignore it.

They said older women always grew more talkative. Apparently, even Wanda hadn’t escaped that fate. From what he remembered, she hadn’t been like this in the past.

Tyler returned upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes narrowed at the sight on the bed.