A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1221-1230

After a while, he called for the servant, “Where is Rena?”

The servant beamed, replying, “Mrs. Fowler is preparing dinner for little Miss Lexi and Mr. Eddie.”

A warmth filled Waylen’s heart.

He didn’t rush to the kitchen right away. Instead, he went to check on Marcus first, and then took a relaxing shower and changed into comfortable Loungewear.

Once he stepped into the kitchen, the tactful servants made their exit.

Quietly approaching Rena from behind, Waylen tenderly enveloped her in his arms and planted a gentle kiss on the back of her ear. “Did you make me dinner?”

Rena was setting the table and playfully complained that he was tickling her.

“Your dinner is being taken care of by the servants.”

Waylen gazed deeply into his wife’s eyes.

Rena was a flawless wife, maintaining harmonious relationships with his parents and sister while taking exemplary care of the children. She managed her appearance with grace, her figure and skin attesting to her meticulous care. In their intimate moments, Waylen never felt anything but captivated.

Yet, despite Rena being the epitome of perfection, Waylen still felt dissatisfied.

He couldn’t fathom if they were experiencing the proverbial seven-year itch or if Rena struggled to connect with her original feelings due to his lost memories.

This concern weighed heavily on Waylen, causing him to ponder the gains and losses in their relationship.

After dinner, he attended to Marcus, as was his routine. Rena tenderly put Alexis and Edwin to sleep, the two adorable children displaying the charming features inherited from the Evans family.

Waylen had some work to attend to in his study.

He labored until 11 o’clock, feeling somewhat fatigued as he emerged. Upon returning to the bedroom, Rena was engaged in a phone conversation, Likely with a friend, as he overheard names like Harold and Vera in passing.

As Waylen entered, Rena concluded the call.

She glanced at him and said, “Are you tired? Take a shower and go to bed.”

As usual, Rena went to the cloakroom to retrieve Waylen’s clothes. Each garment meticulously ironed, and the scent of the laundry detergent he was familiar with permeated the air.

A gentle and virtuous wife was meant to provide comfort to her husband.

However, despite Rena’s efforts, Waylen couldn’t find happiness. Everything seemed too programmed, as though Rena were playing the part of the perfect wife—attending to him, caring for the children and fulfilling their intimate desires.

Yet, it appeared that Rena’s emotions remained detached, as if whether she genuinely Loved him or not didn’t even matter here.

Moreover, she had never broached the subject of his memory loss.

This sense of being undervalued and unloved only grew with each passing day.

Waylen even began to entertain the idea that he might be suffering from a mental ailment, leading him to seek the counsel of a psychologist in solitude.

The psychologist assured Waylen that he wasn’t suffering from any illness, suggesting that perhaps his discontent stemmed from an imbalance in his sexual life.

During their intimate moments at night, Waylen found himself pondering whether having sex twice a week was insufficient for a couple of their age.

Rena buried her face in the pillow, lost in her thoughts, mirroring Waylen’s distracted state.

“What’s on your mind?”

Waylen leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.

Rena embraced him, her arms encircling his neck, and replied, “I’m thinking about what breakfast I’ll prepare for Alexis and Edwin tomorrow morning…”

Waylen gazed at her quietly, gently holding her slender waist.

Their Lovemaking came to an end.

Waylen got up to take a shower, while Rena lay on the bed, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

From the bathroom, a slightly hoarse and muffled groan could be heard.

Rena was taken aback. Was Waylen… masturbating?

Was he unsatisfied with their earlier encounter?

As a wife, Rena knew it wasn’t appropriate to pry into his privacy; instead, she should uphold her husband’s dignity. Besides, after a tiring day, she felt exhausted. She adjusted her pajamas, pulled up the quilt and drifted off to sleep.

Half an hour later, Waylen emerged from the bathroom, naked.

Looking at the woman sleeping on the bed, his heart felt inexplicably complex. He yearned for her but, despite the apparent warmth of their embrace, he couldn’t escape the feeling of a Lack of reciprocation.

In the past six months, they hadn’t faced any major hardships.

Yet, something vital seemed to be missing.

Waylen didn’t want Rena to be exposed to second-hand smoke, so he retired to the study, lit a cigarette and smoked it leisurely.

He convinced himself that this life was satisfactory and that he should find contentment in it.

However, the void in his heart only seemed to grow Larger…

Late at night, the door creaked open.

Wearing a white nightdress, Alexis tiptoed in, clutching her comfort blanket in her arms. As soon as she arrived, she snuggled up to her father’s lap, seeking comfort.

Setting his worries aside, Waylen kissed his little girl and inquired, “What brings you here?”

“Edwin Evans snores so loudly.”

Waylen playfully pinched her cheek and asked, “Why do you call him Edwin Evans?”

Resting her head on Waylen’s arm, Alexis pulled the blanket over herself, closing her eyes. “Because he is the son of my great-uncle.”

Pride swelled in Waylen’s heart.

He showered his little girl with affectionate kisses and settled down on the sofa, cradling Alexis in his arms.

She playfully tickled her father, placing her feet on his belly, bringing a sense of joy amidst the complexities of his thoughts.

The next day, when Waylen woke up, the first thing he saw was Rena’s pretty face.

She was squatting beside the sofa, covering Alexis with a blanket.

night that they both felt a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in a gentle and considerate manner, “Why did you sleep in the study with

but he didn’t answer

in a hoarse voice, “I was

both knew it was just an

press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said, “I’m going to make

stood up to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I also

smiled

of the study and pondered a little, only to realize that the

refused to satisfy him due to his

really wanted, if he asked

Waylen entered the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of aftershave

and asked

dewy skin behind her ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice,

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

to push him away, but he wrapped

could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but

Wasn’t that enough?

Alexis to school later, and

Now, you don’t care about me. The letter from Mavis,

he couldn’t contain his fear and blurted, “Rena, do

aback by

back together, he had treated her with utmost care and never required anything of

was suddenly pining for her

life that could be attained through hard work, but Love wasn’t one of them, and it had become a luxury for people their age. She reminisced the times she

the tables

years, he had aged gracefully, and she could feel his

with their

could live like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness had exceeded

Rena’s lips. “Of course I do,” she answered

at her intently for a long time. “I’ll ask Jazlyn to free up my schedule. Let’s go on

crease formed on Rena’s

she protested. “And she needs to catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still too

of reasons, but she didn’t give him a

Waylen’s expression darkened.

they travel together. In

dawned on him. Maybe… She really didn’t Love him

her quietly, trying to read

he said, “Rena, let’s go

sick, or maybe she

She turned around and continued

Isn’t this normal? Many couples go through stuff like

Waylen’s arms went slack.

behind her and said in a low voice, “Don’t compare

she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their relationship was meticulously

finally

was still as gentle and considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying her

that Rena was no longer as

he’d be so enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him

this was frustrating for a man, especially for a proud one like

it showed that he couldn’t make her

to force her, their sex life gradually reduced from twice a

life was, fortunately, the

was likely depressed,

care, walking on eggshells every single

she’d abandon him one

unspecified reasons.

with Cecilia

now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with Edwin. Rena was

oblivious to Cecilia’s

that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took

shopping, they

they ran into Vera there, which

friend from head to toe and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last

her

long since the last reunion. I

whispered in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first wife. She’s

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

Harold’s name in a long time now, and it almost felt surreal to

went ahead. Vera also had to leave to pick up her son from

so Rena decided to stay a little longer in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class

always remembered their first

memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

asked him to pick Alexis up, saying

answer her right away. He just stayed

end, he agreed

to send her back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in

gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that shone

welled up

opened the door to the

the same, aside from the empty spot where the Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down

was going on? Didn’t she

she stubbornly wore the previous wedding

wasn’t she the one who wanted to start over with him? So why did she refuse to move on

She didn’t treat him as her husband, but as a mere tool to remind her of the man she loved, the man who didn’t lose

she really as cruel as

in the apartment without moving all

to take a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play the role of a good wife, and her true emotions

cried. She cried silently in the

door unlock. It creaked open, and a beam of light

and found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t know what it was, but it smelled

said softly, “The kids are asleep. The servants at home can

didn’t say anything. She just stared at

on the lights, but

how fragile she was

as Waylen closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat down next to her, and hugged

ignored

she gave birth to Alexis, she suffered from postpartum

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