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.

knew she heard him touching himself in the bathroom Last night that they both felt a bit

his eyes on her, but he didn’t answer her

mouth and explained in a hoarse voice, “I

knew it

press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head

but Waylen grabbed her

while, she smiled

the study and pondered a little, only to realize that the man seemed to

refused to satisfy him due to his

her what he really wanted, if he

making breakfast, Waylen entered the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of aftershave filling her nose as

and asked her for

skin behind her ear and asked in a low, hoarse

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

he

she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall how he had pleasured himself

Wasn’t that enough?

school later, and you should get going to work,

you can come up with. Rena, you’ve gotten used to fooling your husband, haven’t you? Now, you don’t care about me. The letter from Mavis, me touching myself… You didn’t ask anything because you just don’t care anymore. You never call me even when I attend social engagements and came home

and blurted, “Rena,

aback by his

they reconciled and got back together, he had treated her with utmost

he was suddenly pining for

in 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

now, the tables

his handsome face. Over the years, he had aged gracefully, and she could

content with their current

forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness

Rena’s

“I’ll ask Jazlyn to free up my schedule. Let’s go on a

crease formed on Rena’s

needs to catch

lot of reasons, but she

Waylen’s expression darkened.

that he’d propose they travel together. In fact, she never expected anything from

skipped a beat as the truth dawned on him. Maybe… She really didn’t Love

just stared at her quietly, trying to read her

said, “Rena, let’s go see a

were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe she was mentally ill. Either way, something was terribly wrong

around and continued

Isn’t this normal? Many couples go through stuff

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

tell that she was somewhat distant from

now finally admitted that

considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother

that Rena was no

enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him without

for a man, especially for a proud one like

he couldn’t make her

sex life gradually reduced from twice a week to

their life was, fortunately, the

that Rena was likely depressed,

with utmost care, walking

abandon him one day because of

reunion, it was postponed for another month due to some unspecified reasons. By

Cecilia

and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with

oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for

that he Liked independent women

shopping, they sat down

there,

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

her

“It’s been so long since the last reunion. I wonder

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

to

Cecilia also remained silent.

heard Harold’s name in a long time now, and it almost

ahead. Vera also had to leave to pick up

before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time

always remembered their

she felt a

him to pick Alexis up, saying she had to

her right away. He just stayed

he agreed to her

to send her back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous apartment

the embrace of twilight, she gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights

up in her

night, she opened the door

down on the sofa, engulfed in darkness, Rena finally gathered the courage to

on? Didn’t

and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling to take

the one who wanted to start over with him? So why did she refuse to move

that she rejected the current Waylen. She didn’t treat him as her husband, but as a mere tool to remind her

really as cruel

the apartment without moving all

she was so exhausted that she needed to take a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play the

cried silently in the dark, unending tears streaming down her

of a sudden, she heard the door unlock. It creaked open, and a beam of light from

door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t know what it was,

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

anything. She just

turn on the lights, but Rena quickly stopped

him to see how fragile she was at

the food, sat

who ignored her

birth to Alexis, she

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