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.

for his business

later, he returned late at

during that time, so he tiptoed into the bedroom, placed his luggage down, undressed, and took a shower. Then, he woke

night,

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

didn’t signify the return of her

was merely to fulfill his physiological needs

under the quilt to gently stroke his handsome face. With red lips, she murmured, “What a jerk you are! Yet I can do nothing

engagements later on, but he

and the feeling

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 there was no love or

Waylen was content.

a beautiful wife,

perfectly satisfy him in

had nothing to complain

had experienced the best love in the world from Waylen before, but now he was back with just

mundane, but Rena felt powerless to

around them believed they were

insignificant to everyone else. Only Rena would experience loneliness after

loneliness consumed

had done her best to be considerate and gentle,

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

she reached eight months of pregnancy, Waylen

His social engagements increased.

no right to

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

weighed about eight

Cecilia’s reproaches, he refused to acknowledge any preference

he loved Alexis the

carry on the Fowler family’s legacy someday in the future, but

rolled her eyes

cradled the baby

fatigue, Rena leaned over

especially with his soft, dark brown

to hers,

his wife, “The Evans family

the door

of two

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

gazed at him with

child, teasing and tickling him, discussing whom he resembled,

away, feeling

children and Waylen had returned to their family, there

the commotion, she couldn’t shake

couldn’t help but wonder if they would continue living together in respectful harmony

she had to juggle her responsibilities

Forever and ever…

him, yearning for the return of the man

the atmosphere

eyes were wet

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

ran into

a

outside the door

that he had missed her very much. Looking

Peter the gift he got for Rena and told him, “Go on ahead. I’ll be there to see Rena and the

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

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

“None of your business.”

turned away, her

took a long drag, blew

Mark speak her mind, Cecilia

was eating at her

understood her, but no one understood

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

still loves

it wasn’t love, if

could stand her husband’s

kept smoking in

but what could

to love each other so much that no one who knew them could bear to

the very beginning, nothing

did what a husband should do to protect his wife and

with her whole life. It wasn’t fair at

raised his head. He had tears in

thought of his sister, Reina, himself, and Rena. It seemed that the children of the Evans family were

Mark entered the ward, Waylen walked

was only Peter in the room. When he saw his

to

don’t get up, please. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

He touched her head and asked about

much easier this time

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,

meant. She looked at Marcus and said softly, “When

in response. He was happy to hear such an answer from

Waylen came back with

saw Mark,

she had, Alexis was

up Alexis and said to Peter, “It’s

wrapped her arms around

Alexis in his

the quilt to her chest and groaned, “People have been coming and going.

her, Waylen remembered

guessed that Rena felt wronged in

but neither of them was

attached to

gradually feeling that their union was more good than

Eventually, Rena fell asleep.