Moreover, she had never broached the subject of his memory loss.

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 s@xual life.

During their intimate moments at night, Waylen found himself pondering whether having s@x 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 ki*s on her cheek.

“I’m thinking about what breakfast I’ll prepare for

at her quietly, gently

Lovemaking came to

Rena lay on the

bathroom, a slightly hoarse and muffled

Rena was taken aback.

Was Waylen… masturbating?

unsatisfied with their earlier

wasn’t appropriate to pry into his privacy; instead, she should uphold

after a tiring day,

up the quilt and drifted

an hour later, Waylen emerged

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