Eventually, Alexis fell asleep.

Waylen walked over and gave Alexis a good-night kiss.

"Do you sleep in here every night?” he moaned at Rena.

There was little light in the room.

Rena looked at him and said calmly, "I've never asked where you've been sleeping the past few days. Waylen... | hope you can take the initiative to deal with Mavis. Otherwise, I'm going to have to take care of her myself.”

Waylen sat on the edge of the bed.

Rena was a beautiful, gentle woman.

Surely, he had gone under her spell, just like many men in the world who had ever been seduced. He would catch the moon and the stars in his hands and bring them to her if that was what it took to keep her.

Waylen suddenly understood.

Rena prioritized the children and then him.

This realization made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He looked down at her soft face and felt as if he was seeing a whole other person in her.

He felt as if he was seeing himself, his past self with all his memories intact.

Waylen didn't compromise with Rena, but in the evening the next day, he drove back to the Fowlers’ house.

The night sky was unusually dark.

Waylen didn't come into the villa immediately after he arrived. Instead, he leaned against his car, lit a cigarette, and smoked it slowly.

He blew clouds of smoke into the air, obscuring his face.

There were a lot of children in the Fowlers’ house tonight. He could hear their laughter coming from the hall. It was very lively. But the excitement was a little strange to him.

After smoking his cigarette, Waylen came into the house.

In the hall, he found a strange little boy who was very pretty.

The little boy was sitting on the sofa and had on a slightly alienated expression. Several toys were scattered all around him.

Waylen was about to approach him and ask him who he was.