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.

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

mouth and explained in a hoarse voice, “I

it was just

Alexis’ head tenderly and said, “I’m going

she stood up to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I also want

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

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

satisfy

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

was busy 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

from behind and asked her

and asked in

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

push him away, but he wrapped his arms around her

that she could tangibly feel his desire

Wasn’t that enough?

to take Alexis to school later,

your husband, haven’t you? Now, you don’t care about me. The letter from Mavis, me touching myself… You

he couldn’t contain his fear and

aback by his

back together, he had treated her with utmost care and

suddenly pining for

wasn’t one of them, and it had become a luxury for people their age.

the

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

was content with their current

could live like this forever,

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

ask Jazlyn to free up my

crease formed

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

of reasons, but she didn’t give him

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

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

at her quietly, trying

prolonged silence, he said, “Rena, let’s go

maybe she was mentally ill. Either way,

refused. She turned around and continued

now? Isn’t this normal? Many

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their relationship was meticulously

now finally

the role of a good wife

Waylen could still tell that Rena was no longer as

she’d just humor

frustrating for a man, especially for a proud one like

it showed that he couldn’t make

life gradually reduced from

their life was, fortunately, the two

that Rena was likely depressed,

utmost care, walking on eggshells every single

was afraid that she’d abandon him one day

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

went shopping with Cecilia to prepare

slowly became financially independent and moved out

remained oblivious to Cecilia’s

because Mark had once proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia

after shopping, they sat down for

Vera there, which took

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 you have a wonderful

want to disclose her private

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

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

listened to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

a long time now, and it almost felt

to leave to pick up her son

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

remembered their first time

the memory, she felt a sudden impulse to get

Alexis up, saying she had

answer her right away. He

he

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

gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up

welled up in her

night, she opened the door to the

where the Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down

was going on?

well, and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring,

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

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

Was she really as cruel as

apartment without moving

so exhausted that she needed to take a break from it all. At least here, she

silently in the dark,

It creaked open, and a beam of light from the corridor streamed

found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t know what it was, but it smelled

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

anything. She just stared at

on the lights,

want him to see how fragile

Waylen closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat

he who ignored her all this

gave birth to Alexis, she suffered

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