“Waylen, I have never considered being with anyone else, even during your memory loss."

Hearing this, Waylen felt inexplicably tempted.

He leaned in and gently rubbed his straight nose against his wife's. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent.

He wanted to flirt with her. He brushed his lips over hers and asked in a hoarse voice, “Have I served you well while my memory was lost, Rena? Is that why you don't want to leave me?"

Rena felt her cheeks heat up. In terms of brazenness, she was far from being her husband's match.

But she didn't want to evade his question, After all, he was her husband, and at the moment, she was turned on both physically and emotionally.

In response, she flashed him a doting look.

Waylen couldn't help leaning in and kissing Rena deeply and passionately once more.

“Do you like it when I hold you, Rena?™

Rena couldn't stand it anymore. She leaned against his neck and said in a voice that gasped for air, “Stop talking, please

Waylen pressed his face against hers.

His cheeks were a little red and a little hot, which made him look a little lustful.

Rena's heart raced, and she returned his every kiss with equal ardor.

She really liked Waylen very much, He could be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but she just couldn't give him up because she couldn't bear the thought of living without him.

No matter how many times he disappointed her, she still held on to that small sliver of hope in her heart.

Perhaps this was unconditional love. Early in the morning. When Rena woke up, she smelled the fragrance of roses.

She looked beside her and saw a fresh bouquet of white roses on Waylen's pillow. A beautiful diamond bracelet was wrapped around the stems.

Women loved jewelry.

Especially when they got it the morning after making love all night with their beloved men. They found it romantic.

And Rena was no exception.

She took the bracelet and tried to put it around her wrist, but she couldn't buckle it up.

A few moments later, someone walked in and stood at the door. It was Waylen.