He was the one who made the decision to make Alexis and Leonel grow up together so he would be her living blood bag when necessary.

It was him from the very beginning. Or at least the old him.

He looked up at Rena.

Rena stood quietly in front of the French window in Waylen's bedroom. After a long while, she said, "As much as | hate to admit it, Waylen, the old you and yourself now are two different people."

During the first three years of Alexis’ life, Waylen had taken care of her by himself.

He loved Alexis very much. He would sacrifice anything for her.

But the man in front of Rena now was calm and rational even when it came to Alexis. He wasn't the same man he was.

But Rena wasn't thinking about giving up at all.

She was just a little sad.

Standing in the dark, she looked lonely from behind.

Waylen's lips moved slightly.

He could think of at least a hundred ways to defend himself, but he couldn't blurt out any of them.

Because at this moment, Rena looked so miserable.

The look in her sorrowful eyes spoke a thousand words. Was she missing the old Waylen?

It was another snowy winter night.

The heating in the room was turned on, making the space very warm. The French windows began fogging up with a thin layer of condensation.

Rena stretched out her slender fingers and gently ran them over the glass. Her voice was a little hoarse.

"Waylen, you made me the same kind of person as you, but you changed back alone.”

The man in front of her now wasn't her husband, at least not the man she once knew anymore.

His soul no longer fit hers.

Even when they did all the most intimate things in bed, she felt empty deep inside afterward. It was different on so many levels.

The sad look on her face somehow make her more enchanting.