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His heart ached when he admitted that.

Then he Lowered his head and stared at his cigarette in a trance.

After a long time, he opened his mouth again. “You’ve lost your memories, but not the parts about my history with Rena. I doubt you don’t see me as a threat.”

Waylen slowly wiped his hands with a tissue.

Then, he suddenly smile. “It’s true. What man wouldn’t see those who pine for his wife as a threat? But so what? Mr. Moore, need I remind you that the man holding Rena every night is me, not you? I know what you’re thinking. So what if our sex life was exposed? How can you judge another couple’s relationship simply based on that one aspect?”

Then without waiting for a response, Waylen coolly walked out.

He looked neat and well-kept, and as he passed by Harold, he didn’t smell a hint of a women’s perfume. Furthermore, it seemed that he was heading home.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Waylen didn’t drink, and he was planning to drive home by himself.

Harold, on the other hand, vomited as soon as Waylen left the bathroom.

Waylen went home without a hitch.

He arrived just in time to catch Rena giving Alexis piano lessons, but it was almost over. There was a little cradle beside them.

Marcus was asleep, sucking on his little thumb.

Waylen walked into the hall, bent over, and kissed his son gently. Then he asked Rena casually, “Has he eaten yet? If not, I’ll grab him some baby food.”

Smiling, Rena asked Alexis to practice a little on her own.

Then she carefully picked Marcus up from the crib and handed him over to Waylen. “Try holding him. He’s going to be overweight at the rate we’re feeding him. The doctor said we need to dial down his feedings.”

Waylen couldn’t help but chuckle.

It seemed that ever since Waylen started taking care of Marcus, the little boy had gotten particularly chubby.

With a flirtatious glint in his eye, Waylen teased Rena, “Hey, I’ve been taking care of you too, haven’t I? Why aren’t you getting fat?”

Every night, whenever Waylen spooned Rena in bed, he could feel how thin she was.

Rena glanced at him and asked, “Are you saying I should start eating some more?”

Waylen said nothing. Of course, Waylen liked his wife slender, but at the same time, he didn’t want Rena to starve herself to meet his standards.

Rena looked at how Waylen held the baby so carefully and was reminded of her therapist’s advice.

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