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,

later, he

he tiptoed into the bedroom, placed his luggage down, undressed, and took

night, Waylen drifted

however, lay awake. No matter how obtuse she might be, she could

didn’t signify the return of her loving

his physiological needs within the bounds

turned on her side, her hand reaching out from under the quilt to gently stroke his handsome

he always had an abundance

Alexis well, and the feeling was

toward Rena, except when it came to sex. Nevertheless, she supposed it wasn’t all that bad. They had a married life as it should be, but

Waylen was content.

ultimate goals were power, a beautiful wife,

could perfectly satisfy

he had nothing to

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

Rena felt

the people around them believed they were

years of Waylen’s memory seemed insignificant to everyone else. Only

consumed

best to be considerate and gentle, setting an example of a good

any wealthy man would treat his wife – expecting her

of

His social engagements increased.

no right to

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

about

refused to acknowledge any preference for

loved Alexis

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

rolled her

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

over and observed

did look like her, especially with his soft, dark

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

to his wife, “The Evans family

Waylen opened the door and

a father of two children, he

over and kissed Rena, his affectionate gesture sending a warm shiver down her spine. Then, he looked at his son in the

him with a

The Fowler family members surrounded the child, teasing and tickling him, discussing whom he resembled, how adorable he was, and sharing

feeling

Waylen had returned to their family, there seemed to

couldn’t shake off the overwhelming

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

by his work, and she had to juggle

Forever and ever…

know that she was still secretly waiting for him, yearning for the return

VIP ward, the

eyes were

and blurted out that she wanted to go out and get

ran

he took a special plane

the door of

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

Rena and told him, “Go on ahead. I’ll be there to see Rena and the

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

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

“None of your business.”

turned away, her

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

mind, Cecilia felt a little

sadness was eating at her

all, someone in the world 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

she still loves

wasn’t love, if it

woman could stand

kept smoking in

but

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

Rena. From the very beginning, nothing happened to Elvira

should do to protect his wife and

back with her

raised his head. He had tears in his

himself, and Rena. It seemed that the children

the ward,

When he saw his boss

attempted to sit

up, please. I don’t want

her. He touched her head and

fine. It was much easier this

for a while and then said casually, “If you ever feel the need to get away, you can always come to Czanch on vacation. Mon is already too weak for air travel,

looked at Marcus and said softly, “When we

in response. He was happy to hear such an

Waylen came back with

Mark,

family she had, Alexis

to Peter, “It’s time we learned how to take care

her arms

with Alexis

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

remembered

that Rena felt

months, but neither of them was willing

was definitely attached to

feeling that their union was more good

Eventually, Rena fell asleep.