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.

made a phone call and swiftly left for his business

he returned

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

the middle of the night,

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

the return of

physiological needs within the

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

later on, but he always had an abundance of work

well, and

he was indifferent 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

Waylen was content.

beautiful wife,

wife could perfectly satisfy

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

mundane, but Rena felt powerless to

around them believed

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

consumed her

considerate and gentle, setting an example of a good

as any wealthy man would treat his wife – expecting her to give

reached eight months of pregnancy, Waylen

His social engagements increased.

no right

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

about

Despite Cecilia’s reproaches, he refused to acknowledge any preference for his grandkids. “I value all my grandchildren equally!” he

truth, he loved

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

rolled her eyes

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

fatigue, Rena leaned over and observed the child

especially with

resemblance to

to his wife, “The

opened the door and stepped

a father of two children, he remained

over and kissed Rena, his affectionate gesture sending a warm shiver down her

at him

moved to pick up his son. The Fowler family members surrounded the child, teasing and tickling him, discussing whom

away, feeling a surge of sentimentality within

children and Waylen had returned to their family,

the commotion, she couldn’t shake off the overwhelming sense of

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

work, and she had to

Forever and ever…

secretly waiting for him, yearning for the return of the man who once cherished her

VIP ward, the atmosphere

eyes were wet

excused herself and blurted out that she wanted to go out

she ran into Mark

meeting in Czanch after which he took a special plane to come and see Rena and

outside the door

in a long time. He was always busy with his work, so when he saw Cecilia, he realized that he had missed

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

to meet,

them. He pulled her hand

“None of your business.”

away, her eyes

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

Mark speak her mind, Cecilia felt a

eating at her more

all, someone in the world understood her, but no one

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 doesn’t remember

she still

it wasn’t love, if it

could stand her husband’s cold

kept smoking in

but

used to love each other so much that no one who knew them could bear to tell Rena to give up, including

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

should

to pay everything back with her whole life. It

his head. He had tears

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

the ward, Waylen walked his parents

Peter in the room. When he saw his boss come in,

to

I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

He touched her head and

fine. It was much easier this time

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

what he meant. She looked at Marcus and said softly, “When we get

was happy to hear

Waylen came

soon as Alexis saw Mark,

family she had, Alexis was the most pampered and spoiled little

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

happily wrapped her

ward with Alexis in his

chest and groaned, “People have been coming and

her, Waylen remembered what Mark just

that Rena felt wronged in this

for months, but neither of them was willing to speak up

attached to

was gradually feeling that their union

Eventually, Rena fell asleep.