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.

Last night that they both felt a bit awkward. But Rena

his eyes on her, but he didn’t answer

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

both knew it was just

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

but Waylen grabbed her

while, she smiled at him and nodded, and he

little, only

to satisfy him due to his

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

crisp

hugged Rena from behind and asked her for a morning

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

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

away, but he wrapped his

close to each other that she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help

Wasn’t that enough?

take Alexis to school later,

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

and blurted, “Rena, do you

taken aback

had treated her with utmost

he was suddenly pining for her

them, and it had become a luxury for people their age. She reminisced the times she was young and once

the tables had

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

was content with their

forever,

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

at her intently for a long time. “I’ll ask Jazlyn to free

crease formed

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

counted off a lot of reasons, but

Waylen’s expression darkened.

they travel together. In fact, she

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

just stared at her quietly, trying

said, “Rena, let’s go

maybe she was mentally ill. Either way, something was

She turned around and

this normal? Many couples go through stuff like

Waylen’s arms went slack.

her and said in a low

Rena was with that “Waylen” in the past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their relationship was meticulously arranged,

their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted

and considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying her best to

that Rena was no longer as

while she’d just humor

was frustrating for a man, especially for a proud

that he couldn’t make her

their sex life gradually reduced

their life was, fortunately, the two children were

depressed, but she refused

treated her with utmost care, walking on

that she’d abandon him one

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

shopping with Cecilia to

now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with

oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for moving

was because Mark had once proclaimed that he Liked

shopping, they sat

into Vera there, which took them

friend from head to toe and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time

her private affairs,

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

gossipy look and she whispered in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

now, and it almost felt surreal to be hearing about him

ahead. Vera also had to leave to

afterschool activity that day, so Rena decided to stay a 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

always remembered their first

by the memory, she felt a sudden impulse

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

right away. He just stayed

the end, he

around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous apartment was

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

up

night, she opened the door to

looked 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

on?

the previous wedding

wasn’t she the one who wanted to start over with him? So why did she

the past, 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

really as cruel as

sat in the apartment

a break from it all. At least here,

the dark, unending

creaked open, and a

door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t

The servants at home can take care of them, so we can stay

say anything. She just stared at

reached out to turn on the lights,

how fragile she was

towards her. He set down the food,

who ignored

she gave birth to Alexis,

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