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.

a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in a gentle and considerate manner, “Why did you sleep

on her, but he didn’t answer her for a long

in a hoarse voice, “I

both knew it was just

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

to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena,

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

only to realize that the man seemed to

she refused to satisfy him

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

a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of

behind and asked her for a morning

behind her ear and asked in a low,

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

tried to push him away, but he

other that she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t

Wasn’t that enough?

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

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

fear and blurted, “Rena, do you

aback by

had treated her

was suddenly pining

plenty of things in life that could be attained through 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 yearned for his

the tables

the years, he had aged gracefully,

with their

thought they could live like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness

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

time. “I’ll ask Jazlyn to free up

crease formed

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

reasons, but she

Waylen’s expression darkened.

propose they travel together.

dawned on him. Maybe… She really didn’t

at her quietly, trying to read

a prolonged silence, he said,

they were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe she was mentally

around

good now? Isn’t this normal? Many couples go through stuff like

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

Rena was with that “Waylen” in the past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from

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

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

could still tell that Rena was no longer as passionate whenever they had

so enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him without

man, especially for a proud one

it showed that he

to force her, their sex life gradually 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 see

with utmost care,

she’d abandon him one day because of their

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

with Cecilia to prepare for the

moved out of the Fowler family’s house with

Cecilia’s true reason

once proclaimed that he

shopping, they sat

Vera there, which took

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

didn’t want to disclose her

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

took on a gossipy look and she whispered in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first wife. She’s become complacent now. Oh, and Harold’s still

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

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

went ahead. Vera also had to leave to pick up her son

before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the

remembered their first

memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

him to pick Alexis

right

he agreed to

didn’t ask the chauffeur to send her back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous apartment was only two blocks

of twilight, she gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that shone

welled up

the

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

was going on?

well, and she stubbornly wore the

who wanted to start over with him? So why did

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

really as cruel

in the apartment without

it was because she was so exhausted that she needed to take a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t

silently in the dark, unending

It creaked open,

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

are asleep. The servants at home can take care of them, so we can

say anything. She

reached out to turn on the lights, but

how fragile she

the food,

he who ignored her all this

birth to Alexis, she

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