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.

it was because he knew she heard him touching himself in the bathroom Last 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

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

his mouth and explained in a

it was

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

but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena,

After a while, she smiled at him and nodded, and

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

to satisfy him

told her what he really wanted, if he asked for it, would she really

He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his

Rena from behind and asked her for

dewy skin behind her ear and asked in

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

but he wrapped

his desire

Wasn’t that enough?

later, and you

her free. “You can keep blowing me off with whatever excuse 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

contain his fear and blurted, “Rena, do

was taken aback by his

had treated her with utmost care and never required anything

he was suddenly

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 was young and once desperately yearned for his

the

years, he had aged gracefully, and she

with

live like this forever,

smile tugged at the corners of Rena’s lips. “Of course I do,” she

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

formed

to catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still

but

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

heart skipped a beat as the truth dawned on him. Maybe… She really

her quietly, trying to read

he said, “Rena, let’s

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

around and continued to prepare

this normal? Many couples go through stuff like

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

how passionate Rena was with that “Waylen” in the past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their

reconciliation, Waylen now finally

playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying her best to

Waylen could still tell that Rena was no longer as

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

for a man, especially

that he couldn’t

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

life was, fortunately, the

depressed, but she

with utmost care, walking on eggshells

abandon him

due to some unspecified reasons. By the time it was to be held, it was close to

went shopping with Cecilia to prepare

out of the Fowler family’s house

oblivious to Cecilia’s

he Liked independent women that Cecilia took it

after shopping, they

there, which took them

you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time we met. Or is it because you have a wonderful sex

disclose her private

reference to the reunion, Vera sighed. “It’s been so long

took on a gossipy look and she whispered in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first wife. She’s become complacent now. Oh, and

to

Cecilia also remained silent.

now, and it almost felt surreal to be

Vera also had to leave to pick up her son from

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

their

memory, she felt a

pick Alexis up, saying she had to

answer her right away.

end, he agreed

around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their

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

welled up in her

opened the door

aside from the empty spot where the Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa, engulfed in darkness, Rena finally gathered the courage to ask herself what the

going on?

and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring,

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

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 as

in the apartment without moving

At least here, she didn’t need to play the role of a good wife, and her

the dark, unending tears streaming down her

heard the door unlock. It creaked open, and a

raised her head and found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t know what

kids are asleep. The servants at home can take care of them, so

say anything. She just stared at him

on the lights, but

see how fragile she was

towards her. He set down the food, sat down

was he who ignored her all

gave birth to Alexis, she suffered from postpartum

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