“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.