NovelBarAfter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWaylen 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.
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