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

he didn’t answer her for

his mouth and explained in a hoarse voice, “I was scared

it was just

just stroked Alexis’ head

she stood up to leave, but Waylen grabbed

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

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

refused to satisfy

her what he really wanted, if he

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

hugged Rena from behind and asked her for a

asked in a low, hoarse voice, “You heard me Last

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

tried to push him away, but he wrapped his arms around

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

Wasn’t that enough?

school later, and you should get

to 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…

and blurted, “Rena, do you still love

was taken aback by his

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

was suddenly

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

the tables had

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

content with

this forever, but his

faint smile tugged at the corners of Rena’s lips. “Of course I

“I’ll ask Jazlyn to free

formed on Rena’s

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

of reasons, but she

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

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

her quietly, trying to read her

he said, “Rena, let’s go see

couldn’t accept things as they were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe she was mentally ill. Either way, something was terribly wrong with

around and continued to prepare

now? 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 to

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 admitted that he

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

was no longer

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

man, especially for a

showed that he

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

life was, fortunately,

likely depressed, but

utmost care, walking on eggshells

she’d abandon him one day because

postponed for another month due to some unspecified reasons. By

went shopping with Cecilia

independent and moved out of the

Cecilia’s true reason

proclaimed that he Liked

after shopping, they sat

ran into Vera there, which took them by

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

her private affairs, so

long since the last reunion. I wonder

whispered in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

Harold’s name in a long time now, and

to leave to pick up her son from

stay a little longer in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking

always remembered their first

by the memory, she felt a

and asked him to pick Alexis up, saying she had to

didn’t answer her right away. He just

he agreed to her

wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly,

twilight, she gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit

welled up

opened the

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

on?

and she stubbornly wore the previous

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

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

Was she really as

apartment without moving all

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

She cried silently in the dark, unending

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

door, carrying a bag of takeout food.

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

She just stared

on the lights,

see how fragile she was

the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat down next to her,

who ignored her

gave birth to Alexis, she suffered from

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