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This sense of being undervalued and unloved only grew with each passing day.
Waylen even began to entertain the idea that he might be suffering from a mental ailment, leading him to seek the counsel of a psychologist in solitude.
The psychologist assured Waylen that he wasn’t suffering from any illness, suggesting that perhaps his discontent stemmed from an imbalance in his sexual life.
During their intimate moments at night, Waylen found himself pondering whether having sex twice a week was insufficient for a couple of their age.
Rena buried her face in the pillow, lost in her thoughts, mirroring Waylen’s distracted state.
“What’s on your mind?”
Waylen leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
Rena embraced him, her arms encircling his neck, and replied, “I’m thinking about what breakfast I’ll prepare for Alexis and Edwin tomorrow morning…”
Waylen gazed at her quietly, gently holding her slender waist.
Their Lovemaking came to an end.
Waylen got up to take a shower, while Rena lay on the bed, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
From the bathroom, a slightly hoarse and muffled groan could be heard.
Rena was taken aback. Was Waylen… masturbating?
Was he unsatisfied with their earlier encounter?
As a wife, Rena knew it wasn’t appropriate to pry into his privacy; instead, she should uphold her husband’s dignity. Besides, after a tiring day, she felt exhausted. She adjusted her pajamas, pulled up the quilt and drifted off to sleep.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Half an hour later, Waylen emerged from the bathroom, naked.
Looking at the woman sleeping on the bed, his heart felt inexplicably complex. He yearned for her but, despite the apparent warmth of their embrace, he couldn’t escape the feeling of a Lack of reciprocation.
In the past six months, they hadn’t faced any major hardships.
Yet, something vital seemed to be missing.
Waylen didn’t want Rena to be exposed to second-hand smoke, so he retired to the study, lit a cigarette and smoked it leisurely.
He convinced himself that this life was satisfactory and that he should find contentment in it.