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.

Last night that they both felt a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in a gentle and

he didn’t answer her for

his mouth and explained in a hoarse voice, “I

knew it was just an

just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and

but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I also want

respond at first. After a while, she smiled at him and nodded, and he finally let her

only

satisfy him

what he really wanted, if he

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

Rena from behind and asked her

dewy skin behind her ear and asked in

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

him away, but he wrapped his arms around

tangibly feel his desire for her. She

Wasn’t that enough?

have to take Alexis to school later, and you should get going

set 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 call me even when I attend social engagements and

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

aback by his blunt

they reconciled and got back together, he had treated

was suddenly pining

of them, and it had become a luxury for people

now, the tables had

years, he had aged gracefully, and she could feel his warmth at her

with their current

could live like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness

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

long time. “I’ll ask Jazlyn to free up

crease formed on

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

off a lot of reasons, but she didn’t give him a definitive

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

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

at her quietly, trying to

silence, he said, “Rena, let’s

were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe she was

around and continued to

we good now? Isn’t this normal?

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

tell that she was somewhat distant from

Waylen now finally admitted that he didn’t really

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 best to

was no longer as passionate whenever

she’d just humor him

was frustrating for a man, especially for a proud

he couldn’t make her

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

fortunately, the two children were

Rena was likely depressed,

care,

afraid that she’d abandon him one day because of

to some unspecified reasons. By the time it was to

with Cecilia

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

she remained oblivious to Cecilia’s

once proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took

after shopping, they

there, which took

you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than

disclose her private affairs, so she just

to the reunion, Vera sighed. “It’s been so long since the last reunion. I

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

listened to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

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

Vera also had to

her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion

always remembered their first

the memory, she felt a sudden

to pick Alexis up, saying she had to deal

right

the end, he agreed to her

aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous apartment

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

up in her

she opened the door

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

was going on? Didn’t she

and she stubbornly wore the previous

wasn’t she the one who wanted to start over with him?

past, she found that she rejected the current Waylen. 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 his memory

God. Was she really as cruel

apartment without

she needed 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 bubbled up

silently in the dark, unending tears streaming down

heard the door unlock. It creaked

door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t

are asleep. The servants at home can

didn’t say anything. She just stared

reached out to turn on the lights, but Rena

to see how

closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat down next to her, and hugged her tightly. “Rena,

he who ignored

gave birth to Alexis,

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