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Chapter 287 Rena, How Long Are You Gonna Give Me The Cold… 

After their brief conversation on the phone, Rena finally hung up and took charge of the workers. 

Within half a day, a suite was fully arranged. 

Exhausted, Rena leaned against the sofa to catch her breath. 

The solitude of the afternoon made her yearn for Waylen even more. 

She couldn’t help but open the diary he had left for her and read it carefully. 

Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of him. 

She missed him deeply. 

She missed their relationship, and all the moments they had shared together. 

In the late afternoon, around four o’clock, the sleek black Maybach slowly pulled up. Waylen 

opened the door and stepped out of the car. 

Korbyn and Juliette had taken the children out, leaving the villa very quiet. Waylen stopped at 

servant and asked in a hoarse voice, “Where is my wife” 

The servant was aware of their quarrel and hesitated before answering, “She’s upstairs.” 

Waylen nodded and made his way slowly to the upper floor. 

He was still dressed in the same clothes he wore a few days ago, appearing neat but in need of 

a shower. However, before freshening up, he wanted to see Rena. 

Finding her was no trouble. 

In the dim light, he spotted Rena lying on the sofa, asleep and looking incredibly soft. 

As he got closer, he noticed tear stains in the corners of her eyes. 

Did she cry? 

A pang of guilt washed over him. He placed a gentle hand on her side and leaned down, intending 

to kiss her… 

But Rena stirred awake. 

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and when she met his gaze, she seemed to regain her composure. She sat up, her tone carrying a hint of coldness. “You’re back.” 

Waylen felt the distance in her voice. 

Then, he surveyed their surroundings. 

The bedroom had been well-decorated, suggesting that she planned to stay here for a while. Lowering his head, he whispered, “You’re angry with me, but you don’t want to leave, do you? The 

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fact that you haven’t moved out means you still care about our marriage.” 

Rena closed the book slowly, a sneer playing on her lips. 

“Mr. Fowler, don’t flatter yourself. I only stayed in this marriage for the children. Have you forgotten about Alexis’ condition?” 

Waylen was taken aback. 

Alexis had autism, so Rena just stayed for their daughter sake? 

“That’s it. You can leave now,” 

Rena said softly, acting as if he was a complete stranger. 

But just a few days ago, in his car, she had a different expression on her face. “Waylen, I want to kiss you,” she had said with intoxication in her eyes. 

Waylen couldn’t bring himself to leave. 

Instead, he held onto Rena’s wrist, preventing her from escaping. He still wanted to kiss her, but as he leaned in, she turned her face away. 

“Don’t touch me,” she said firmly. 

Despite her resistance, Waylen was persistent. 

However, Rena suddenly froze and then plucked a long black hair from his shoulder with her slender fingers. 

The hair didn’t belong to Rena. 

Looking at the strand, his brows immediately furrowed. 

He hadn’t been involved with any other woman. The only time he could think of was when Mavis hugged him unexpectedly at the hospital. 

Could it have come from her? 

Rena’s smile turned cold. “It’s disgusting.” 

She couldn’t believe that Waylen would fall for Mavis’ shameless trick to sabotage their relationship. 

She let out a sigh, clearly tired of dealing with all of this. 

Noticing the weariness etched between her eyebrows, Waylen tried to comfort her, “I don’t know when I got that hair. Trust me, I haven’t done anything to hurt you or the children.” 

His mention of the children was a smart move to appeal to her emotions. 

But Rena couldn’t help but sneer. 

Waylen wanted to kiss her, hoping to dispel the indifferent look in her eyes, as if she was on the verge of giving up on him. 

But instead, her hand landed with a loud slap on his face. 

Her hand stung from the impact, but she couldn’t bear to look at him. “Get out.”. 

Waylen was stunned. 

When he regained his composure, his face darkened. He stared at her, saying each word with 

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intensity, “Rena, that’s a life.” 

Rena closed her eyes, her voice sounding ethereal. 

“Her life is important. But doesn’t my life and Alexis’ life matter too?” 

She chuckled softly. 

“Waylen, do you think I’m cold-blooded? Let me tell you my real thoughts. I really want her to die. If she died, she wouldn’t…” Rena murmured, her eyes filled with intensity. 

“Rena!” 

Waylen’s voice was stern, cutting, her off. He couldn’t allow her to continue down that dark path. But Rena seemed undeterred. 

In a harsh tone despite the gentleness in her voice, she said, “She’d better not play tricks again, otherwise… Mr. Fowler, I don’t mind challenging the law.” 

Waylen’s heart raced, realizing the depth of her anger and frustration. 

He looked at her, trying to understand the real her. After a moment, he whispered, “Rena, who are you really? Look at yourself. You’re not gentle at all.” 

In response, Rena threw a magazine at him and retorted, “Then you can treat me as a bad woman.” Waylen gritted his teeth, feeling the tension between them. 

He decided to leave, and as he slammed the door behind him, Rena’s words echoed in his mind. Back in the master bedroom, he took a shower to calm himself. 

As he removed his coat, he thought about the hair on it. 

Without hesitation, he discarded the coat into the trash can. 

But when he opened the closet in the cloakroom, he was taken aback. Half of the closet, where their clothes used to hang together, was now empty. The absence of her beautiful dresses made him realize the depth of the divide between them. 

Rena had moved all her things away, leaving only his suits and shirts behind. 

At that moment, Waylen’s realization hit him like a wave crashing onto the shore. Rena wasn’t joking. 

Yes, she was still living under the same roof as the Fowler family. 

However, their marriage had become nothing more than a facade, held together only by their two children. 

As he washed his face and shaved, he couldn’t help but touch his own reflection in the mirror. He silently wondered if Rena still felt anything when she looked at him. 

Despite residing in the same house, they barely crossed paths. 

Rena deliberately avoided him, retreating to her own space whenever he spent time with Alexis. Even during Marcus’ nursing sessions, she politely asked him to leave, treating him like at stranger. 

One night, Waylen offered to prepare milk for Alexis. 

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As he pushed the door open, he saw Rena sitting there, calm and composed. The soft glow of the light accentuated her features. 

Alexis nestled in her mother’s arms, listening intently as Rena read fairy tales with a soothing 

voice. 

Rena’s voice was sweet and slightly hoarse, reminding Waylen of the intimate and romantic. nights they once shared, when she would whisper softly under his touch. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed as these memories flooded his mind. Trying to regain composure, he gently handed Alexis the feeding bottle, allowing Rena to continue the tender moment with their daughter. 

Alexis drank more than half the bottle. 

Afterwards, her drowsiness became evident.. 

Rena’s voice grew softer. 

She continued to hum a lullaby, lulling Alexis to sleep. 

In the middle of the night, as Rena gently patted Alexis’ shoulder and continued humming, Waylen leaned over and whispered, “She’s asleep.” 

Rena gently laid Alexis down in her princess bed and planted a loving kiss on her forehead before getting out of bed. 

She then headed to the next room to check on Marcus. 

The baby was sleeping soundly in the nursery, with two nannies taking turns to watch over him at night. Rena glanced at her son, reassured by his peaceful slumber, before leaving the room. Waylen followed closely behind her, and in the quiet corridor, he reached out and took her hand, gently pinning her against the wall. 

“Rena, how long are you going to give me the cold shoulder? 

I told you. Nothing happened between me and her,” he implored. 

Rena placed her hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him away. She continued walking towards her bedroom. 

But Waylen didn’t give up. Instead, he grabbed her wrist once more. 

“Let’s talk,” he urged. 

Rena halted, her slender figure looking frail in the dim light. 

In just a few days, she seemed to have lost a significant amount of weight. 

It was evident she no longer resembled a woman who had given birth just two months ago. 

Her voice was hoarse as she said, “What else is there to talk about? I’ve been rejecting and despising Mavis ever since she appeared. If you truly cared for me and considered me your wife, you wouldn’t have made such a decision.” @ 

With those words, went straight to her bedroom. 

She softly closed the door behind her, leaving Waylen standing there, feeling deeply unsettled. 

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