A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Waylen gently touched that part and said in a low, hoarse voice, “You’ve cried and moaned like this under my body. Do you still deny that you want it? Huh?”

Rena was left speechless.

Drops of scorching sweat dripped down, causing her body to tremble. She couldn’t help but hold onto his shoulders and back.

“Waylen, you bastard!”

“Let me go!”

“Waylen, do you know… I misses you so much…”

After the intense lovemaking, Rena soaked in the bathtub for a long time. She finally got up and put on a bathrobe when her body was covered with a pinkish hue. She slightly closed the bathrobe and walked back to the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, Waylen stood by the window, a faint smell of tobacco lingering in the air.

He was still wearing his clothes from earlier.

The memory of their recent encounter filled Rena with shame. She felt filthy while he remained neatly dressed, having only taken off his shirt and belt.

At this thought an unbearable sense of shame possessed her.

Their intimacy lacked any genuine connection.

It was simply his emotional release.

Rena silently stared at him for a long moment before heading to the dressing table to do her skincare routine. Despite everything that had happened in the past few years, she never neglected this regimen, and her skin remained dewy and tender.

The night air was as cold as water, causing Rena to sneeze.

Waylen promptly put out his cigarette and closed the window.

His gaze lingered on Rena.

As she tended to her skin, she gently opened her bathrobe and applied skincare products to her body.

From behind, she appeared slim. It was difficult to tell that she was pregnant from her thin legs. The lovemaking they had just shared left her body with a pinkish hue, making her look even more enticing.

Waylen, too, had enjoyed the experience with her body, but he had restrained himself due to her pregnancy, limiting their intimacy to just twice.

In his memory, this was his first time having sex, and he had found it quite pleasurable.

Rena’s attractiveness and allure, especially when she cried and resisted, were undeniable.]

No man could resist her temptations.

In Waylen’s view, their marriage should still be of good quality.

After all, men were emotional beings, and sometimes, physical intimacy was just as important as pure love.

He knew he couldn’t lead an ascetic life. Having tasted her once, he naturally desired more.

However, he was also aware that he needed to make an effort to gain a woman’s willingness to engage in sex.

For instance, if he didn’t come home, she wouldn’t treat him kindly.

Waylen leaned against the wall and said in a low voice, “Hector Jones, I remember he’s my employee.”

Rena’s hands paused as she processed his words.

After a moment, she smiled faintly, “Yes, are you planning to transfer him away?”

With a sense of pride, Waylen snorted. He could certainly transfer Hector elsewhere, but it would appear that he cared too much about Rena. So he simply said, “If you’re comfortable with him around, I won’t interfere.”

She continued her skincare routine, and the bedroom filled with a tranquil atmosphere.

After a long pause, he suddenly declared, “I’ll move back tomorrow.”

Rena put down the bottles, gently folded her bathrobe, and turned to look at him.

Waylen didn’t offer an explanation.

The next day, he indeed moved in with a suitcase containing only two sets of daily wear.

In the evening, as soon as he returned, he went straight to the study.

Rena opened the suitcase and examined his meager belongings with a bitter smile.

His moving back was just a pretense. The truth was that he wanted a free, long-term sexual partner. Perhaps he enjoyed their last encounter, so he voluntarily returned for her body…

However, since the man took the initiative to come home, she had no reason to drive him out.

Rena hung up the suits and descended the stairs slowly.

The servants were preparing dishes. When they saw Rena coming downstairs, they expressed their happiness by announcing, “Mr. Fowler is back home. We bought some additional dishes with our own money. Please don’t mind, madam.”

Rena glanced at the dishes, noticing a few more expensive ones on the table, the ingredients alone worth a fortune.

She smiled and thanked the servants, planning to make it up to them later. After all, they worked hard and received fixed salaries each month.

Rena asked one of the servants to go upstairs and invite Waylen for dinner.

The servant hurriedly went upstairs but returned with an uneasy expression. “Mrs. Fowler, Mr. Fowler said he has a flight at ten o’clock in the evening and doesn’t have time for dinner.”

A business trip awaited Waylen.

It turned out that the suitcase was for business purposes!

Rena lowered her eyes and smiled. “Well, you should sit down and eat with me then.”

She proceeded upstairs later. Like all virtuous wives, she put the suits back into his suitcase. Finally, she reached the door of the study and knocked. “Waylen, are you going on a business trip?”

Waylen finished sending the last email for work.

He replied, “Yes, for about three days!”

With his briefcase in hand, he glanced at Rena’s belly and asked, “Can you manage it on your own?”

Rena responded with a faint smile, “Yeah.”

Waylen nodded.

phone call and swiftly left for his business

he returned

the bedroom, placed his luggage down, undressed, and took a shower. Then, he woke her

the middle of the night, Waylen drifted off

how obtuse she

moving back didn’t signify the return

physiological needs within the bounds of

gently stroke his handsome face. With red lips, she murmured,

social engagements later on, but he always

treated Alexis well, and the feeling was

it came to sex. Nevertheless, she supposed it wasn’t all that bad. They had a married life as it

Waylen was content.

goals were power, a beautiful wife, and adorable children. He had them

could perfectly

he had nothing

Waylen before, but now he was back with just his

became mundane, but Rena felt powerless to change

even the people around them believed they were still

five years of Waylen’s memory seemed insignificant to everyone else. Only Rena would experience loneliness after

loneliness consumed

considerate and

earn his love. He treated her as any wealthy man would treat his wife – expecting her to give birth to a legitimate heir for him and

reached eight months of pregnancy, Waylen stopped touching her.

His social engagements increased.

no right

winter, during the first snowfall, she gave birth to Marcus, the eldest grandson of the Fowler family.

weighed about eight

preference for his

truth, he loved Alexis

on the Fowler family’s legacy someday in the

rolled her

Rena and cradled the baby in her arms. “Look, Rena,

leaned over and

her, especially

and eyes bore a striking resemblance to hers, and even the bridge of his

his wife, “The Evans family genes are truly

the door and stepped

of two children, he remained

warm shiver down her spine. Then, he looked at his son

gazed at him

members surrounded the child, teasing and tickling him, discussing whom he

feeling

to their family, there seemed to be nothing else she could

she couldn’t shake off the

her heart, she yearned for the Waylen who had once loved her deeply. She couldn’t help but wonder if they would continue living

his work, and she had to juggle

Forever and ever…

she was still secretly waiting for him, yearning for

VIP ward, the atmosphere was very

eyes were wet

heartbroken, she excused herself and blurted out

she ran into Mark

Czanch after which he took a

saw Cecilia outside the door of

seen her in a long time. He was always busy with his work, so when he saw Cecilia, he realized that he had missed her very much. Looking at her tearful eyes, he asked in a gentle voice, “What’s wrong, Cecilia? Is there something wrong with Rena or the

he got for Rena and told him, “Go

that it wasn’t easy for Mark and Cecilia to meet, so he took the gift,

to an empty passage, and shut the door behind them. He pulled her hand away from her eyes

“None of your business.”

turned away, her

a cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag, blew out a cloud of smoke, and asked, “You’re crying because

speak her mind, Cecilia felt

sadness was eating at her more at the

the world understood her, but no one understood

first time in months that Cecilia had spoken nicely to Mark. She even cried in front of him, which was a little weird because she now hated him so much. “Everyone thinks that Rena is happy, but I know that she isn’t. Waylen is back, but he

still

wasn’t love, if it wasn’t

woman could stand

smoking in

but

much that no one who knew them could bear to tell Rena to give

beginning, nothing

should do to protect his

everything back with

He had tears in his

that the children of the

Mark entered the ward, Waylen walked

Rena, there was only Peter in the room. When he saw his boss come in, Peter said with a smile, “There you are,

to sit

don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You

touched her head and asked about her

much easier this time than when I

feel the need to get away, you can always come to Czanch on vacation. Mon is already too weak for air travel, but she’s always talking about wanting to

at Marcus and said softly, “When we get the chance, I

in response. He was happy

came

as Alexis saw Mark, she pestered him to

the most. With the family she had, Alexis was the most pampered and spoiled little girl in

said to Peter, “It’s time we learned how to take care of a child. Let’s

her

left the ward with Alexis in his arms and Peter

the quilt to her chest and groaned, “People have been coming and going. I’m a little tired.

Waylen remembered what Mark

that Rena felt wronged in

but neither of them was willing

attached

their union was more good than bad for

Eventually, Rena fell asleep.