He replied, "Yes, for about three days!"

With his briefcase in hand, he glanced at Rena’s belly and asked, "Can you manage it on your own?"

Rena responded with a faint smile, "Yeah."

Waylen nodded.

He made a phone call and swiftly left for his business trip, taking his luggage with him.

Three days later, he returned late at night.

Rena was already asleep during that time, so he tiptoed into the bedroom, placed his luggage down, undressed, and took a shower. Then, he woke her up with intense lovemaking.

In the middle of the night, Waylen drifted off to sleep.

But Rena, however, lay awake. No matter how obtuse she might be, she could guess what he was thinking.

His moving back didn't signify the return of her loving husband.

It was merely to fulfill his physiological needs within the bounds of marriage.

Rena turned on her side, her hand reaching out from under the quilt to gently stroke his handsome face. With red lips, she murmured, "What a jerk you are! Yet | can do nothing to you."

Waylen seldom attended social engagements later on, but he always had an abundance of work to occupy him.

He treated Alexis well, and the feeling was mutual.

But in private, he was indifferent toward Rena, except when it came to sex. Nevertheless, she supposed it wasn't all that bad. They had a married life as it should be, but there was no love or passion.

Waylen was content.

For a man, the ultimate goals were power, a beautiful wife, and adorable children. He had them all at once.

And his wife could perfectly satisfy him in bed.

Certainly, he had nothing to complain about.

However, Rena remained dissatisfied. She had experienced the best love in the world from Waylen before, but now he was back with just his physical presence. Without his affection, he wasn't the person he used to be.

Life became mundane, but Rena felt powerless to change it.

‘As time passed, even the people around them believed they were still affectionate.