His love for her remained steadfast, yet his newly regained memories introduced an unquantifiable shift.
In their shared moments, hidden from prying eyes and absent from his diary, lay a tapestry only they wove.
Leaning his chin on Rena’s shoulder, he voiced his suggestion, his tone a gentle murmur.
“Shall we venture out for Christmas?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGently placing the emerald within its box, Rena inquired casually.
“Where do you intend to spend Christmas?”
“In the apartment.”
As the words lingered, a faint blush tinted Rena’s cheeks. After all, their dream had seen passionate encounters within that very apartment.
Mentioning it now carried implications.
Cradling the box, Rena swayed closer, her lips finding his in a tender kiss before her fingers grazed his handsome features, her agreement silently conveyed.
Joy surged within Waylen, though a Lingering question tugged at him.
Embracing Rena, he asked softly, “Rena, am I more significant to you than Harold?”
Three children bound them together.
But Waylen’s concerns lingered on gains and losses.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRena, attuned to his care, basked in his affection.
Descending for dinner, she asked in a concerned voice, “Are your Legs alright?”
Waylen scooped her up gently, his reply a blend of playfulness and reassurance.
“If I can carry you downstairs, my legs must be in fine form.”
A playful thump met his words.
“Let me down. Your parents are here.”
“No. We are a legitimate couple.”
Waylen’s murmur preceded a tender kiss, passion evident in his eyes.