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However, Waylen stopped her with another question. “When is Rena’s prenatal check-up scheduled? Which hospital is she going to? Send me the time and address.”
Amused by his interest, Jazlynughed. “Sure, I’ll send it to youter.”
When Waylen arrived at the hospital, it was about eleven o’clock in the morning.
He spotted her sitting alone on a bench, quietly examining the ultrasound report in her hand.
He approached her slowly, knowing that she was all by herself, not apanied by that so-called Mr. Jones.
Rather than feeling angry, he sat down beside her, stretched his body, and nced at her, saying, “Let me have a look.”
Rena handed him the report.
“Almost five months. You’ve already chosen a name for him—Marcus,” Rena revealed.
Peering at the ultrasound result, Waylen inquired, “Is it a boy?”
Rena nodded, gazing at his handsome face. In that moment, she couldn’t help but imagine that he would suddenly recover his lost memories and say to her, “Rena, I’m sorry for beingte.”
But she knew it was only a wishful thought.
Waylen, still grappling with memory loss, was merely ying the role of a devoted husband.
He hade to the hospital out of fear that Rena might have an affair.
She was right; after sitting with her for a while, he gracefully escorted her downstairs without even inviting her to lunch.
They bid farewell at the hospital entrance.
In the ensuing days, Waylen lived like a single man, socializing constantly and seldom returning home.
The private detective sent Rena photos that depicted Waylen attending one party after another, surrounded by countlessdies…
Amonthter, in the CEO’s office of Exceed Group.
Rena stood quietly in front of the French window. Several photos were scattered on her desk.
Hector entered and noticed the scene.
Pretending not to see the photos or Rena’s anger, he respectfully asked for her instructions, “Mrs. Fowler, I’ll go alone to meet Mr. Kent tonight. You should leave the office early and rest.”