Rena pulled down her nightgown and flicked on the bedside lamp. Kicking him lightly, she said in a coquettish tone, "If you really regained your memories, you probably would've killed Mavis by now."

How could he be so kind as to give Mavis another chance?

Waylen was rendered speechless.

Rena opened the drawer in the bedside table, took out a notebook, and showed it to Waylen.

It was a copy of the diary left at Waylen's apartment, and inside were all kinds of notes in red ink.

"Shame on you, Waylen," Rena chastised him playfully.

Waylen turned his face away, feeling a little embarrassed.

He was just about to ravage Rena in bed when she stopped him abruptly and exposed his lies. How humiliating!

Moreover, he couldn't figure out what Rena really meant, and that bothered him.

All of a sudden, Rena's expression became serious.

"I'm willing to let you help Mavis and her baby, but I'm the one who will pick her obstetrician and make other arrangements.”

Of course, instead of doing this herself, Rena would have her people handle the matter.

Because she still didn't like Mavis.

Waylen flopped down at the other end of the bed, pretending to be a defeated warrior. He kissed Rena's foot and whispered, "Whatever you say."

Grinning, Rena rubbed his handsome face with her foot.

Waylen grabbed her foot and warned her in a low voice, saying, "That's enough, Rena. I'm not going to let you walk all over me."

But instead of heeding his warning, Rena rubbed her foot against his chin once more.

Waylen couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, at least my wife's feet smell good.”

It was getting late.

The two didn't have sex. They simply enjoyed each other's company and talked about anything and everything under the sun. All of a sudden, Rena leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I didn't intend to tell you this, but since you're being so honest tonight... Waylen, let's not hide anything from each other from now on, okay? | don't care if you get your memory back or not. As long as we're together—as long as we still love each other—what more do we need? We can always make more memories in the future."

Moved, Waylen gently touched her lips.