She loved him, but for Waylen, it was different.

He had spent over half a year with her, trying to find that elusive feeling called love, but it remained elusive.

As he looked at the pile of shredded paper on the floor, he realized that if he truly loved her, he would have fulfilled her request tonight.

However, the truth was that he didn't love her. They were merely two strangers sharing the same bed, and now even the pretense was unnecessary.

Asense of relief washed over him.

He thought that perhaps marriage was better kept simple, which was raising children together and only indulging in intimacy on weekends when they both needed it.

The idea of a serious relationship seemed tiresome to him.

But soon, Waylen realized that Rena's actions weren't just a display of her emotions. She was genuinely serious about this.

Whenever he returned home from social engagements, she was often absent.

The servants informed him that Rena had gone to the Fowler's house to take care of their two kids.

Even when she was at home, Rena avoided sharing a bed with him. The distance between them seemed to grow wider with each passing day.

‘A week later, inside the Sterling Law Firm, the atmosphere in Waylen's spacious office was intense. ©

He sat there, his chin resting on his slender middle finger, lost in thought.

After Jazlyn finished her report, she offered a warm smile.

"Tomorrow is Saturday. Mr. Fowler, have a good weekend.”

Waylen managed to force a smile in return.

Just as Jazlyn was about to make some suggestions to improve the relationship between the couple, the office door was gently pushed open. In walked a slender figure, the young and good-looking intern, Mavis.

Waylen frowned, feeling a bit annoyed by the interruption.

Curious, Jazlyn asked, "What's up?"

Holding a small cake box in her hand, Mavis said timidly, "Mr. Fowler, today is my birthday. | made this cake myself, and | wanted to give it to you."

Waylen glanced at Jazlyn, who graciously accepted the cake and placed it on the desk.

"Thank you."