He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "But | still want to ask you a question."

"What is it?”

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Waylen wrapped his arms around her and asked, "How did | do you before?”

Rena's cheeks turned as red as tomatoes.

Indeed, old habits die hard.

That night, they talked for hours. Rena couldn't even recall when she fell asleep. ©

Early the following morning, she awoke and found herself alone in bed.

Lying next to her was a rose so fresh that dewdrops still glittered on its delicate petals.

Rena smiled.

She picked it up and smelled it, taking in its fragrance.

She could hear a faint stir coming from downstairs, and soon, the smell of food followed.

Waylen was probably cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Rena pulled herself out of bed and took the notebook.

Truth be told, she had found out a long time ago that Waylen was just pretending to have regained his memories, but she had humored him. After all, both Alexis and Marcus needed a father...

Just then, Rena's phone rang. It was from an unknown number.

But Rena recognized that it was Mavis’ number. She answered it and asked in a calm tone, “Did he tell you everything?"

Mavis replied weakly, "Yes."

After a long pause, Mavis cleared her throat and continued, "Mrs. Fowler, | had a crush on Mr. Fowler, but a man like him doesn't belong to me. | want to thank you for helping me."

Rena didn't say anything. She didn't feel relieved even though it sounded like Mavis was giving up.

But if Mavis had to leave a mark in Waylen’s life, then Rena hoped it was a benign mark.

Finally, Rena said flatly, "I'll have someone arrange an OB-GYN for you.". ©

From the other end of the line, Mavis seemed to be sobbing softly.