With concern etched on her face, Jazlyn fetched a tube of balm and diligently massaged it onto Waylenâs forehead.
âMr.
Fowler, we should probably seek out a neurologist.
This hypnotist doesnât seem trustworthy.
â
Hearing this, Waylen was momentarily lost in thought.
Whispering, he said, âI did remember a lot during that session but itâs as if I blacked out and forgot everything upon awakening.
â
The issue didnât lie with the hypnotist; instead, it was Waylenâs nerves that had suffered damage.
Gently disengaging from Jazlynâs touch, Waylen seemed somewhat disappointed.
While Waylen could have had regrets, he earnestly wished for Renaâs happiness.
He wanted to be his âcompleteâ self, for her.
Just then, Waylenâs phone chimed.
It was Rena.
Her voice was soft as she inquired, âWaylen, are you still outside?â
Miraculously, Waylenâs headache vanished.
Sitting up straight, he asked in a raspy voice, âWhatâs the matter?â
Renaâs smile was evident in her tone.
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She said, âI suddenly thought of preparing some snacks for you.
Would you like to have them? If you do, Iâll drop by your office later.
â
Waylenâs nose twitched in delight.
After holding back for a moment, he replied in a composed manner, âThen Iâll eagerly await your surprise at noon.
â
After the call, Waylen couldnât help but ponder that their marriage might not be perfect.
Yet, it wasnât all that bad either.
Rena held a special place in his heart and she genuinely made an effort to get closer to him.
She cherished him as well⦠Wasnât that enough?
In many ways, their marriage fared better than most.
At noon, Waylen embraced Rena as they took a rest together.
Within the confines of a 20-square-meter lounge, he held her tightly, her essence intertwining with his, silently enveloping every aspect of her life.
Though Rena remained awake, she asked Waylen in a hushed voice, âHow much do you think I should donate to the school?â
The donation was an integral part of such anniversary celebrations.