NovelBarWith her eyes still closed, Rena murmured, “I can’t help but feel that even though you’ve lost your memory, you still maintain the same habits when dealing with people.”
Waylen’s gaze darkened, pondering her words.
He stood up and poured her a glass of water. “Do you often reminisce about the past?” he inquired.
Rena didn’t deny it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaylen assisted her to sit up carefully offering her the water to drink.
Resisting his help, she struggled and he playfully patted her backside. “Don’t be so stubborn! Remember the time when | saved you from the kidnappers, and you had a concussion? Back then, you were much more obedient than now! Rena, are you growing less obedient with age?”
Rena was taken aback.
Kidnappers?
The incident had occurred several years ago, back when they hadn’t known each other for long.
Could it be… that he remembered?
Her complexion paled, and she looked at him with lips trembling in disbelief. In a murmur, she uttered his name, “Waylen?”
‘She questioned whether this could be a mere figment of her imagination.
Otherwise, how could she feel that he had regained his memory?
Waylen tenderly caressed her face and whispered in a soft voice. “It’s me.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRena closed her eyes.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she remained silent, silently weeping.
If this were a dream, she wished to prolong it, savoring the moment.
Waylen gently wrapped her in the quilt, cradling her in his embrace. Resting his chin on her forehead, he reassured her, “Don’t cry, Rena. It’s me.”
Rena’s slender arms embraced him tightly.
Still weeping, she resembled a vulnerable little girl. Waylen couldn’t resist comforting her.
He placed his warm hand beneath the quilt, tenderly caressing her body to offer comfort.
Rena was unwell.
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