Female Novel“Waylen!” she couldn’t help but call out to him.
He pressed his thin lips tightly, and in a composed tone, he said, “Let’s get in the car first.”
Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, Rena stood frozen.
But Ross, the experienced driver of the Fowler family, came to her rescue, happily pushing her towards the parking lot.
“Mr. Fowler wants to have a talk with you,” Ross informed Rena, helping her along.
Waylen was already in the car, the back window of the black limo rolled down. He took off his coat, revealing a well-cut white shirt that accentuated his good figure.
At this moment, he appeared lost in thought.
He was leaning on his elbow with a document on his knees—the record of the memories he had lost in the past five years.
His marriage with Rena, the existence of their child, Alexis, and the multiple times they had broken up and then reconciled. The document also covered the tragic death of Elvira.
It wasn’t difficult to find all these details.
However, to Waylen, who had lost his memory for five years, Rena was now a mere stranger.
He couldn’t fathom how he could have loved a woman so deeply.
Five years ago, he had been adamant about not getting married.
Rena got in the car silently, her gaze fixed on the document resting on his legs.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he had taken the time to read it and what emotions it stirred within him. However, she wasn’t optimistic, as she saw no warmth in his eyes when he looked at her.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Waylen glanced at Rena, his eyes lingering on her, taking in every detail.
He noticed her gentle beauty. She had a nice figure and her limbs looked thin despite being pregnant.
He couldn’t help but fixate on her swollen belly.
It was undeniable evidence of their shared history. Yet, despite the connection, he felt disconnected from it all.
With a calm demeanor, he instructed the driver, “Go to the apartment.”
Rena tried to muster the strength to speak up, but Waylen’s unyielding presence left her powerless. She sat quietly beside him, grappling with the pain of lost love.
They were not close, but she could still feel his body temperature, reminding her of the intimacy they once shared.