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.

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

her, but he didn’t answer her

his mouth and explained in a hoarse

both knew it was just an

further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said,

grabbed her

didn’t respond at first. After a while, she smiled at him and nodded,

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

satisfy him

he really wanted, if he asked for it, would

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

from behind and

dewy skin behind her ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice, “You heard me Last night,

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

but he wrapped his arms around her waist

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

Wasn’t that enough?

to school later,

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

fear and

taken aback by

and got back together, he had treated her with utmost

suddenly

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

the

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

was content with their current

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

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

to free up my schedule. Let’s go on a family trip next

crease formed on

has classes,” she protested. “And she needs to catch

lot of reasons, but she

Waylen’s expression darkened.

that he’d propose they travel together. In

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

at her quietly,

silence, he said,

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

around and continued

normal? Many couples

Waylen’s arms went slack.

a

could tell that she was somewhat distant from him now.

Waylen now finally admitted that he didn’t really claim

the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that

that Rena was no

so enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him

frustrating for a man,

that he couldn’t

her, their sex life gradually reduced from twice a week

their life was, fortunately, the two children were

depressed, but she refused to see a

treated her with utmost care,

she’d abandon him one

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

with Cecilia to

a prominent model, Cecilia was earning a lot now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with

oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for moving

he Liked independent women that Cecilia took

after shopping, they sat down

into Vera there, which took them by

and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time we met. Or is it because

didn’t want to disclose her private affairs,

so long since the

tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the

to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

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

Vera also had to

little longer in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time she had lost her virginity to Waylen on the

always remembered their

by the memory, she felt a sudden impulse to get

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

didn’t answer her right away. He just stayed

end, he agreed to her

back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous apartment was only two

the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that

welled up in

opened the door to the old

Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa,

going on? Didn’t she

her well, and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding

who wanted to start over with him?

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 and remembered everything

Was she really

the apartment without moving

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

She cried silently in the dark,

a sudden, she heard the door unlock. It creaked open, and

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

home can take care of

didn’t say anything. She just stared at

lights, but

him to see how fragile she was

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

was he who ignored her

Alexis, she suffered

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