Waylen and Rena had sex intensely.

When they hugged each other, they had mixed feelings.

Rena leaned on Waylen's shoulder and cried silently.

Waylen pulled the blanket over her and locked her in a tight embrace, It was the dead of night.

Rena murmured, “I felt as if I had a dream during your memory loss, Waylen. A long, painful dream

Waylen kissed her on the shoulder and said, "I won't leave you ever again. I promise."

Rena was experiencing a happy thing, but still, she couldn't help feeling a bit downcast.

Maybe Waylen had known that she would cry when he told her, so he chose to tell her on Christmas Eve.

Both of them were tired because of the intimate encounter, but neither of them wanted to go to sleep.

They didn't want to mention disgusting people at this time. They only wanted to talk about happy things.

“Rena, do you remember that one Christmas when you and Robert were an item?" Waylen said in a low voice, “That day, I followed you and Robert like a pervert. I watched you two go on a date. I saw him kiss you under the fireworks. I was so jealous."

Of course Rena remembered.

She touched Waylen's handsome face and said softly, "Didn't we agree not to talk about that?"

Waylen's eyes were full of affection.

He imitated her and touched every inch of her face.

Rena was his wife.

He had forgotten her when they loved each other the most. How did she get through those days?

“Thank you for not giving up on me, Rena," Waylen said in a voice full of devotion.

Rena drew little circles over his chest with her finger and replied, "I just had no other option. Believe me, I've wanted to give up on you many times."

She added, "You were such a jerk." Feeling a bit annoyed, Waylen chuckled.

He pressed Rena under his body, careful not to lean on her baby bump. Rena didn't resist.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes were very clear.