With concern etched on her face, Jazlyn fetched a tube of balm and diligently massaged it onto Waylen’s forehead. “Mr. Fowler, we should probably seek out a neurologist. This hypnotist doesn’t seem trustworthy.”
Hearing this, Waylen was momentarily lost in thought.
Whispering, he said, “I did remember a lot during that session but it’s as if I blacked out and forgot everything upon awakening.”
The issue didn’t lie with the hypnotist; instead, it was Waylen’s nerves that had suffered damage.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGently disengaging from Jazlyn’s touch, Waylen seemed somewhat disappointed.
While Waylen could have had regrets, he earnestly wished for Rena’s happiness. He wanted to be his “complete” self, for her.
Just then, Waylen’s phone chimed.
It was Rena. Her voice was soft as she inquired, “Waylen, are you still outside?”
Miraculously, Waylen’s headache vanished.
Sitting up straight, he asked in a raspy voice, “What’s the matter?”
Rena’s smile was evident in her tone.
She said, “I suddenly thought of preparing some snacks for you. Would you like to have them? If you do, I’ll drop by your office later.”
Waylen’s nose twitched in delight.
After holding back for a moment, he replied in a composed manner, “Then I’ll eagerly await your surprise at noon.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter the call, Waylen couldn’t help but ponder that their marriage might not be perfect.
Yet, it wasn’t all that bad either.
Rena held a special place in his heart and she genuinely made an effort to get closer to him. She cherished him as well… Wasn’t that enough?
In many ways, their marriage fared better than most.
At noon, Waylen embraced Rena as they took a rest together.
Within the confines of a 20-square-meter lounge, he held her tightly, her essence intertwining with his, silently enveloping every aspect of her life.
Though Rena remained awake, she asked Waylen in a hushed voice, “How much do you think I should donate to the school?”
The donation was an integral part of such anniversary celebrations.