After a while, he called for the servant, “Where is Rena?”

The servant beamed, replying, “Mrs. Fowler is preparing dinner for little Miss Lexi and Mr. Eddie.”

A warmth filled Waylen’s heart.

He didn’t rush to the kitchen right away. Instead, he went to check on Marcus first, and then took a relaxing shower and changed into comfortable Loungewear.

Once he stepped into the kitchen, the tactful servants made their exit.

Quietly approaching Rena from behind, Waylen tenderly enveloped her in his arms and planted a gentle kiss on the back of her ear. “Did you make me dinner?”

Rena was setting the table and playfully complained that he was tickling her.

“Your dinner is being taken care of by the servants.”

Waylen gazed deeply into his wife’s eyes.

Rena was a flawless wife, maintaining harmonious relationships with his parents and sister while taking exemplary care of the children. She managed her appearance with grace, her figure and skin attesting to her meticulous care. In their intimate moments, Waylen never felt anything but captivated.

Yet, despite Rena being the epitome of perfection, Waylen still felt dissatisfied.

He couldn’t fathom if they were experiencing the proverbial seven-year itch or if Rena struggled to connect with her original feelings due to his lost memories.

This concern weighed heavily on Waylen, causing him to ponder the gains and losses in their relationship.

After dinner, he attended to Marcus, as was his routine. Rena tenderly put Alexis and Edwin to sleep, the two adorable children displaying the charming features inherited from the Evans family.

Waylen had some work to attend to in his study.

He labored until 11 o’clock, feeling somewhat fatigued as he emerged. Upon returning to the bedroom, Rena was engaged in a phone conversation, Likely with a friend, as he overheard names like Harold and Vera in passing.

As Waylen entered, Rena concluded the call.

She glanced at him and said, “Are you tired? Take a shower and go to bed.”

As usual, Rena went to the cloakroom to retrieve Waylen’s clothes. Each garment meticulously ironed, and the scent of the laundry detergent he was familiar with permeated the air.

A gentle and virtuous wife was meant to provide comfort to her husband.

However, despite Rena’s efforts, Waylen couldn’t find happiness. Everything seemed too programmed, as though Rena were playing the part of the perfect wife—attending to him, caring for the children and fulfilling their intimate desires.

Yet, it appeared that Rena’s emotions remained detached, as if whether she genuinely Loved him or not didn’t even matter here.

Moreover, she had never broached the subject of his memory loss.

This sense of being undervalued and unloved only grew with each passing day.

Waylen even began to entertain the idea that he might be suffering from a mental ailment, leading him to seek the counsel of a psychologist in solitude.

The psychologist assured Waylen that he wasn’t suffering from any illness, suggesting that perhaps his discontent stemmed from an imbalance in his sexual life.

During their intimate moments at night, Waylen found himself pondering whether having sex twice a week was insufficient for a couple of their age.

Rena buried her face in the pillow, lost in her thoughts, mirroring Waylen’s distracted state.

“What’s on your mind?”

Waylen leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.

Rena embraced him, her arms encircling his neck, and replied, “I’m thinking about what breakfast I’ll prepare for Alexis and Edwin tomorrow morning…”

Waylen gazed at her quietly, gently holding her slender waist.

Their Lovemaking came to an end.

Waylen got up to take a shower, while Rena lay on the bed, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

From the bathroom, a slightly hoarse and muffled groan could be heard.

Rena was taken aback. Was Waylen… masturbating?

Was he unsatisfied with their earlier encounter?

As a wife, Rena knew it wasn’t appropriate to pry into his privacy; instead, she should uphold her husband’s dignity. Besides, after a tiring day, she felt exhausted. She adjusted her pajamas, pulled up the quilt and drifted off to sleep.

Half an hour later, Waylen emerged from the bathroom, naked.

Looking at the woman sleeping on the bed, his heart felt inexplicably complex. He yearned for her but, despite the apparent warmth of their embrace, he couldn’t escape the feeling of a Lack of reciprocation.

In the past six months, they hadn’t faced any major hardships.

Yet, something vital seemed to be missing.

Waylen didn’t want Rena to be exposed to second-hand smoke, so he retired to the study, lit a cigarette and smoked it leisurely.

He convinced himself that this life was satisfactory and that he should find contentment in it.

However, the void in his heart only seemed to grow Larger…

Late at night, the door creaked open.

Wearing a white nightdress, Alexis tiptoed in, clutching her comfort blanket in her arms. As soon as she arrived, she snuggled up to her father’s lap, seeking comfort.

Setting his worries aside, Waylen kissed his little girl and inquired, “What brings you here?”

“Edwin Evans snores so loudly.”

Waylen playfully pinched her cheek and asked, “Why do you call him Edwin Evans?”

Resting her head on Waylen’s arm, Alexis pulled the blanket over herself, closing her eyes. “Because he is the son of my great-uncle.”

Pride swelled in Waylen’s heart.

He showered his little girl with affectionate kisses and settled down on the sofa, cradling Alexis in his arms.

She playfully tickled her father, placing her feet on his belly, bringing a sense of joy amidst the complexities of his thoughts.

The next day, when Waylen woke up, the first thing he saw was Rena’s pretty face.

She was squatting beside the sofa, covering Alexis with a blanket.

bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in a gentle and considerate manner, “Why did you sleep in the study with

his eyes on her, but he

a

it was

press him further. She just stroked Alexis’

Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena,

didn’t respond at first. After a while, she smiled at him and nodded, and he

out of the study and pondered a little, only to realize that the man seemed to be having

to satisfy him due to his

really wanted, if he asked for it, would she really give

crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent

hugged Rena from behind and asked her

and asked in a low, hoarse

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

him away, but he wrapped his

each other that she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall how he had pleasured

Wasn’t that enough?

to school later,

me off with whatever excuse you can come up with. Rena, you’ve gotten used to fooling your husband, haven’t you? Now, you don’t care about me. The letter from Mavis, me touching myself… You

and

taken aback

reconciled and got back together, he had treated her with utmost care and

suddenly

of them, and it had become a luxury for people their age. She reminisced the times she was young

now, the

the years, he had aged gracefully, and she could feel his warmth

was content with their

could live like this forever, but

tugged at the corners of Rena’s lips. “Of

to free

formed on Rena’s

needs to catch up on her

of reasons, but she didn’t

Waylen’s expression darkened.

they travel together.

the truth dawned on him. Maybe… She really didn’t

her quietly, trying to

he said, “Rena, let’s

sick, or maybe

Rena refused. She turned around and

this normal? Many couples go through stuff

Waylen’s arms went slack.

behind her and said in a low voice, “Don’t compare us

tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though

now finally admitted that he didn’t really

it to his perseverance, Rena was still as gentle and considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying her best

still tell that Rena was no

she’d just

like this was frustrating for a man,

it showed that he couldn’t

to force her, their sex life gradually reduced from twice a week to once a

their life was, fortunately, the two children were

Rena was likely depressed, but she refused to

treated her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every

him one day

another month due to some unspecified reasons. By the time it was

with Cecilia to prepare for

now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with Edwin.

Cecilia’s true reason

Mark had once proclaimed that he Liked

they sat down for

into Vera there, which

youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time we met.

to disclose her private

Vera sighed. “It’s been so long since the last reunion. I

in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal

to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

hadn’t heard Harold’s name in a long time now, and it almost

also had to

before picking her daughter up. Thinking about

always remembered their first

by the memory, she felt

pick Alexis up, saying she had

right away. He just

the end, he

send her back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets.

the old Ferris wheel, lit

welled up

opened the door

Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa,

on? Didn’t she love

and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring,

one who wanted to start over with him? So why did she refuse

memories of the past, she found that she rejected the current Waylen. She didn’t treat him as her husband, but as a mere tool to remind her of the man she loved, the man who didn’t

she really as cruel as

the apartment

take a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play the role of

silently in the dark,

creaked open,

her head and found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t know what it was, but

said softly, “The kids are asleep. The servants at home can take care of them, so we can stay

She just stared at

lights, but Rena

want him to see how fragile she was

the food, sat down next to her, and hugged her tightly. “Rena, I’m

he who ignored her

Alexis, she suffered from

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