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.”Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    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 rxing shower and changed intofortable 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 nted a gentle kiss on the back of her ear. “Did you make me dinner?”


    Rena was setting the table and yfullyined 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 wless wife, maintaining harmonious rtionships with his parents and sister while taking exemry 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 rtionship.


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


    Waylen had some work to attend to in his study.


    Hebored 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 nced 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 theundry detergent he was familiar with permeated the air.


    A gentle and virtuous wife was meant to providefort to her husband.


    However, despite Rena’s efforts, Waylen couldn’t find happiness. Everything seemed too programmed, as though Rena were ying 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.