Female NovelGently shaking her head, she finally whispered, “Waylen, maybe you should go to that sanatorium.”
Waylen’s body tensed.
Kissing his neck softly, Rena murmured, “It might be better for you there. You need not force yourself to remember me and Alexis all the time. The pain won’t be as unbearable.”
Grief choked her words.
“Whenever you can recall us again, just call me. I’ll visit you along with Alexis.”
Her voice quivered with sorrow, knowing how rare it was for him to remember her.
In pain, Waylen closed his eyes.
Rena sobbed, “Before I change my mind…”
Abruptly standing up, she pushed him gently into the embrace of the chair. Then she proceeded to remove his belt…
Warning her in a hushed tone, Waylen whispered, “Rena!”
Ignoring his caution, Rena continued to kiss him passionately.
She knew what he desired.
In the past, she had hesitated but now she willingly indulged in it. She wanted him to remember the moment’s pleasure; she wanted his body to bear her imprints and she yearned for that enchanting ecstasy to be etched in his mind, even if he were to forget her in the future.
Deeply in love, they surrendered to primal desire.
Waylen’s fingers tightened around the chair’s armrest. Lowering his head, he gazed at Rena with moist eyes and couldn’t resist pulling her closer for a kiss. “That’s enough, Rena… Enough…”
Her voice quivering, she cried, “Waylen, you are mine!”
Soon, Waylen resided in the luxurious sanatorium, accompanied by the diary he had penned.
The doctors had provided him with a tracker bracelet.
But Rena removed it, setting him free from those restraints.
Waylen wouldn’t get lost. The worst-case scenario was that he might forget where their home was.
In occasional intervals, he would conjure up her presence, be it once a week, every ten days, or every fortnight…
During those moments, he would call her, engaging in lovers’ banter, expressing his impatience to see her.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org