After the divorce female CEO

Chapter 269 He Tries To Arrange Everything For His Wife And… 

Three days had later, Mark came to visit. 

As the car came to a stop, the driver courteously opened the door for him. 

Mark’s countenance betrayed his inner turmoil. 

Initially, he held little regard for Waylen, but over the years, he had witnessed Waylen’s genuine. love for Rena. 

Now, Waylen faced a physical ailment, yet he still made every effort to care for his wife and daughter when sober. 

Compassion overwhelmed Mark as he couldn’t help but worry about them deeply. 

Upon entering the hall, Mark spotted Waylen sitting on the sofa, engrossed in an old newspaper. Approaching him, Mark inquired with gentle curiosity, “Is Rena not here?” 

Waylen glanced up, displaying a hint of surprise before rising to his feet and answering, “She went to attend to some matters at the company. 

Mark knew that Waylen had entrusted the Exceed Group to Rena. 

A sense of uncertainty shrouded Mark’s thoughts, rendering him speechless momentarily. Eventually, he said in a hushed tone, “Well, that’s for the best. I happen to have something important to discuss with you alone.” 

Mark’s sudden arrival made Waylen suspect the gravity of the conversation ahead. He smiled. warmly and suggested, “Let’s talk in the study on the second floor.” 

They ascended to the study on the second floor. 

Seated across each other, Mark occasionally glanced up while smoking. “How are you feeling?” Waylen busied himself preparing tea. 

Pausing for a moment, he responded softly, “My health isn’t great.” 

Handing a teacup to Mark, he settled into his seat. 

The weight of Mark’s concerns led him to extinguish the cigarette and said hesitantly, “I received some news. It seems that Elvira’s acquisition of the reagent may be linked to her ex-husband. Surveillance footage indicates that her ex-husband, the producer, had contact with her at the hospital… The police interrogated him, but his cunning evasions and the lack of substantial 

evidence led to his release, thanks to his influential status.” 

Waylen sipped his tea deliberately. 

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eard that after the divorce, he couldn’t drift along any longer in Braseovell. 

Now he works as a producer in the country. He definitely has a motive. However, I’ll remain cautious in my investigation.” 

Waylen nodded in acknowledgment. 

The two sat in quiet companionship, sharing the soothing warmth of the tea. 

After a lengthy pause, Waylen placed a medical record on the table. 

Mark picked it up and examined it with growing astonishment. He stared at Waylen, shocked by what he had discovered. 

Waylen offered a faint, helpless smile. “Each day, I find myself remembering Rena less and less. Sometimes I can’t even seem to remember Alexis when I look at her…” 

In response, Mark lit another cigarette. 

Suddenly, Waylen stood up and gently knelt before Mark. 

The burning cigarette nearly singed Mark’s fingers as he hurried to assist Waylen up. “What are you doing? A man shouldn’t kneel so easily. Don’t put me in such an awkward position.” Waylen remained there, resolute in his decision not to rise. In a deep, hoarse voice, he conveyed age advances, and one day he will pass away. While Rena is capable, 

his concerns. My fa she remains a fragile woman, burdened with the responsibility of caring for our two children. Uncle Mark, I implore you to lend them more support in the future. Not only Rena and the children but also Cecilia… I hope you can assist them with crucial matters at home.” 

Mark found the words hard to bear and, with a frown, he replied, “Waylen, you can’t just entrust the entire family to me. Oh… If, heaven forbid, you lose your memory, what will happen to Rena and the kids?” @ 

A shadow crossed Waylen’s eyes. 

He offered a helpless and bitter smile. “I constantly urge Rena not to give up on me, to remember and search for me. But, who can predict the future? I… I merely want her to continue living with hope. The loss of hope would be a wretched fate indeed.” 

Moreover, Rena had previously experienced postpartum depression. 

Now, she carried another pregnancy. 

Waylen could only do his utmost to care for his wife and children while his memory allowed him 

to remember them. 

Upon hearing this, Mark’s heart sank deeper. 

He finished his cigarette in silence and gently patted Waylen’s shoulder. “I promise you.” 

Mark’s voice quivered as he continued, “Don’t be gone for too long. Remember to return promptly. Rena and the kids are eagerly awaiting you. We… We’re waiting for you too.” 

Waylen smiled with a far-off look in his eyes. 

After a while, Mark stood up and walked out. To his surprise, he encountered Cecilia on the stairs. 

Cecilia carried a tray of dishes, their aroma tantalizing. 

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learned to cook?” 

But a cigarette from his pocket. He inquired, “Have you 

Cecilia nodded, a tinge of self-criticism in her response. “I have, but it doesn’t taste very good.” 

A faint smile graced Mark’s lips. 

Observing the tears in his eyes, Cecilia felt sympathy. In that moment, she forgot their complicated history and sincerely said, “Thank you for coming to see my brother.” 

Mark’s smile diminished… 

He looked at the little girl he had once cherished, filled with emotion. 

He had believed he endured enough hardships but compared to Waylen, he realized he was faring quite well. 

Mark had pressing matters to attend to and had to depart. 

Placing the cigarette between his lips, he gently touched Cecilia’s hair. “I’m leaving. Reach out if you need anything.” 

“Okay,” Cecilia replied softly.. 

After studying her for a moment, Mark withdrew his hand and slowly descended the stairs. 

However, before he reached the bottom, he turned back to ask, “How are you getting along with that man?” 

Cecilia fell silent for a moment. 

With a bitter tone, she admitted, “We weren’t getting along, so we broke up.” 

Then she ascended the stairs. 

Mark watched her retreating figure, lost in thought. 

Though he should have been pleased by her failed blind date, a sense of discontent lingered in the depths of his heart. 

He knew all too well that without him and Edwin, she could effortlessly find a worthy man to marry. 

After all, he was the one who had held her back. 

By the time Rena returned, night had fallen. 

In the study, she discovered Waylen engrossed in reading his diary. 

Spotting Rena’s entrance, he swiftly concealed the diary in the drawer, as he had done before. 

Rena chose not to expose him. 

Approaching him, she tenderly embraced him and inquired, “Did Uncle Mark visit today?” 

Waylen confirmed that he had. 

He intended to share what Mark had told him with Rena but his thoughts suddenly blurred, leaving him confused…. 

Rena’s heart sank as she observed his bewildered expression. 

She understood that his memory was in disarray… 

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She didn’t want him to dwell on it. 

Taking his hand, she placed it on her belly and whispered, “Cecilia will stay with Alexis tonight. Waylen, let’s take a stroll in the yard, shall we?” 

Waylen had confined himself to the house for many days. 

She knew that his reluctance to venture out stemmed from his fear of forgetting the way home. Rena was caught in a web of contradictions and anguish. 

It was she who bound his freedom. If it weren’t for her, Waylen wouldn’t have to struggle so hard… 

In the courtyard, they clutched each other’s hands tightly, savoring the fading warmth. 

She looked up at her husband in the moonlight. 

He remained handsome but his eyes occasionally betrayed a peculiar glint. 

Initially, he became elusive but, later, Rena found a note in his pocket, a few words meant to remind him. 

“I retreat to the basement until thoughts of Rena surface.” Upon discovering the note, Rena wept for an extended period. She realized that she should no longer keep him by her side. Happiness had eluded him within her embrace… 

Waylen, who had forgotten Rena, was still Waylen. 

Throughout the night, Rena drifted to sleep with tearful eyes. 

As the morning sun dawned, she woke to find a white rose beside her pillow, adorned with glistening dew, just as it had always been. A tinge of sweetness filled her heart, and she softly called out to him, “Waylen…” 

The bedroom remained silent. 

A foreboding feeling crept over Rena. Without even donning her shoes, she rushed downstairs. 

“Waylen… Waylen… Waylen Fowler!” 

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