As an especially proud man, he cared about his wife's happiness.

He also knew that Harold would never stop pining for Rena.

After all, he and Rena had been together for four years.

Whether those memories were good or bad, it didn't change the fact that they had once been together.

Waylen finished his cigarette, got out of the car, and went straight to the backyard.

Rena was still arranging the flowers in the vase.

Seeing Waylen approach, Rena looked up and asked softly, "Is she gone yet?"

Waylen unbuttoned his suit, shrugged off his coat, and gently draped it around Rena's thin shoulders.

"It's cold. Why are you sitting here?"

Rena smiled.

"Sitting here makes me feel comfortable."

Waylen couldn't help but smile back at her, Leaning over to kiss her.

Rena let him kiss her, probably to make him happy. She even wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him back. Waylen sat down and pulled Rena to sit on his lap.

His coat around her shoulders fell to the ground, and his palm sneakily slipped into her skirt.

She gently bit his shoulder and whispered shyly, “We should go back to the bedroom first."

Waylen withdrew his hand, patted her on the waist, and teased, "What's going on in your dirty mind? And where are Alexis and Marcus?"

Rena blushed at Waylen's teasing, but she also guessed what he was thinking.

She gently stroked his handsome face and answered, "Your parents said that you and I need some alone time to cultivate our relationship, so they picked up the kids earlier."

Waylen nodded, wrapping his arms around Rena's waist.

The two fell silent.

Truth be told, their relationship was stable, and they got along well with each other. He was considerate to her, and she was obedient to him.

The only problem was that there was less passion between them these days, and there was nothing wrong with that. It was only normal.