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.

a phone call and swiftly left for his business trip,

he

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

middle of the night, Waylen drifted

obtuse she might

didn’t signify the return of her loving

was merely to fulfill his physiological needs within the bounds of

turned on her side, her hand reaching out from under the quilt to gently stroke his handsome face. With red lips, she

engagements later on, but he always had an abundance

treated Alexis well, and the

it wasn’t all that bad. They had a married life as it should be, but

Waylen was content.

goals were power, a beautiful

his wife could perfectly satisfy him

he had nothing to

love in the world from Waylen before, but now he was back with just his physical presence. Without his affection, he wasn’t the person he used

Rena felt powerless

the people around

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

loneliness consumed her

and gentle, setting an example

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

eight months of pregnancy,

His social engagements increased.

no right

snowfall, she gave birth to Marcus, the eldest grandson of

weighed about eight

refused to acknowledge any preference

he loved

was Marcus who would carry on the Fowler family’s legacy someday in the future, but Korbyn would never admit to favoring one

her

took good care of Rena and cradled the baby in her arms. “Look, Rena, he

her fatigue, Rena leaned over

did look like her, especially with his soft, dark brown

a striking resemblance to

exclaimed to his wife, “The Evans family genes

Waylen opened the

after becoming a father of two children,

kissed Rena, his affectionate gesture sending a warm shiver down her spine. Then, he looked

gazed at him with a

pick up his son. The Fowler family members surrounded the child, teasing and tickling him, discussing whom he resembled, how adorable he was,

feeling a

she had two children and Waylen had returned to their family, there seemed to be

the commotion, she couldn’t shake off the

help but wonder if they

work, and she had to juggle

Forever and ever…

was still secretly waiting for him, yearning for the return of

the atmosphere

were

noticed that. Feeling heartbroken, she excused herself and blurted out that she wanted to go out

she ran

he took a

outside the door

work, so when he saw Cecilia, he realized that he had missed her very much. Looking at her tearful eyes, he asked in a

the gift he got for Rena and told him, “Go on ahead.

Mark and Cecilia to meet, so he took the gift, nodded,

shut the door behind them. He pulled her hand away from her eyes and said, “You’re a grown-up.

“None of your business.”

turned away, her

Then, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag, blew out a cloud

her mind, Cecilia

sadness was eating at her more

all, someone in the world understood her, but no

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,

still

wasn’t love,

could stand her husband’s cold

kept smoking

but what could

Waylen had so much history. They used to love each other so much that no one who

about Rena. From the very beginning, nothing happened to Elvira was Rena’s

did what a husband should do to protect his

back with

raised his head. He had tears in his

Reina, himself, and Rena. It seemed that the children of the Evans family were destined to

the ward, Waylen walked his

When he saw his boss

attempted to

get up, please. I don’t want

He touched her

fine. It was much easier this time than when

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 see you

and said softly, “When we

was happy to hear such

came back with

saw Mark, she pestered him

loved Alexis the most. With the family she had, Alexis was the

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

wrapped her arms around

Alexis in his

the room fell silent. Rena gently pulled the quilt to her chest and groaned, “People have been coming and going. I’m

her, Waylen remembered what

Rena felt wronged in

them was willing to speak

attached to the

gradually feeling that their union was more good than

Eventually, Rena fell asleep.