But Rena removed it, setting him free from those restraints.

Waylen wouldn't get lost. The worst-case scenario was that he might forget where their home was.

In occasional intervals, he would conjure up her presence, be it once a week, every ten days, or every fortnight...

During those moments, he would call her, engaging in lovers’ banter, expressing his impatience to see her.

No matter how occupied Rena was, upon receiving his call, she would take Alexis along with her and rush to see him without hesitation!

It seemed as if little Alexis now also understood why her father was frequently "on a business trip.”

She never shed a tear. Instead, whenever he conjured her, she would readily visit him, doing everything within her power to bring him joy.

With each visit, she would bring along enchanting fairy tale books.

Cradled in her father's arms, she relished being read to like a cherished child.

But as Waylen read the fourth book, thoughts of them seldom crossed his mind...

He struggled to recall, only recapturing those memories during the first stirrings of life in Rena's womb. The powerful thumping of the baby's heart filled him with wonder and reverence. This was the little life they had created together. Now the baby was truly moving.

Waylen became captivated by this feeling.

Nestled in Rena’s embrace, he listened to the movements of their second child.

Eventually, he drifted into slumber, unaware of the world around him...

Overwhelmed by emotions, Rena couldn't help but weep over his amnesia. She knew that Waylen depended on that diary to manage and delay the symptoms.

They returned home late at night.

Anticipating their next meeting, a relieved smile graced Rena's lips.

Approaching her, the servant informed, "Mrs. Fowler, there's a package for you."

Curiously, Rena accepted the package and glanced at it nonchalantly. Yet, as she peered inside, she was taken aback.

The package was sent by Waylen.

Eagerly, she opened it and found three voice recorders, each labeled distinctly.

Hurriedly, Rena ascended the stairs to her room and played the voice recorder with her name on it. Waylen's deep and husky voice emerged after a brief rustle.