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.

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

his eyes on her, but he didn’t

in a hoarse

both knew it was just an

further. She just stroked Alexis’ head

grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I

while, she smiled at him and nodded, and

a little, only to realize that the man seemed

she refused to satisfy him due to his

If he told her what he really wanted, if he

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

hugged Rena from behind and asked her for a morning

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

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

he wrapped

desire for her. She

Wasn’t that enough?

later, and you

was unwilling 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… You didn’t ask anything because you just don’t care anymore. You never call

and

aback by his

he had treated her with utmost care and never required anything

he was suddenly

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

now, the tables

he had aged gracefully, and she could feel his

content with

this forever, but his unrelenting

Rena’s lips. “Of

stared at her intently for a long time. “I’ll ask Jazlyn to free up my schedule. Let’s

crease formed

protested. “And she needs to catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’

but she

Waylen’s expression darkened.

they travel together. In fact, she never expected anything from

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

quietly, trying to read her

said, “Rena, let’s go see a

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

around and

aren’t we good now? Isn’t this normal? Many couples

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their relationship was meticulously arranged,

after their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that he didn’t really

was still as gentle and considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife

Rena was no longer as passionate whenever they had

she’d just humor him

was frustrating for a man, especially for a proud one like

that he

reduced from twice a week to once

as their life was, fortunately, the two children were

that Rena was likely depressed, but she refused to

treated her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every

that she’d abandon him one day because of their

another month due to some unspecified reasons. By the time it was to

went shopping with Cecilia

became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with Edwin. Rena was taken aback by

remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for moving

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

shopping, they

into Vera there, which took them by

old friend from head to toe and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin

her private affairs, so she

“It’s been so long since the last

mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

name in a long time now, and it almost

also had to leave to pick up her son

Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time she had lost her

their first time

memory, she felt a sudden impulse

pick Alexis up,

right away. He just stayed

he

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

old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that shone brightly

up

she opened the

the same, 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 problem

was going on? Didn’t

treated her well, and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring,

with him? So

him as her husband, but as

God. Was she really

apartment without moving

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 to the

cried. She cried silently in the dark, unending

door unlock. It creaked open, and a beam

her head and found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food.

The servants at home can take care of them,

say anything. She just stared at

lights, but Rena quickly stopped

to see how fragile she was at that

towards her. He set down the food, sat down next

who ignored her all this

she gave birth to Alexis, she suffered from postpartum

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