A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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.

was because he knew she heard him touching himself in the bathroom Last night that they both felt a bit awkward.

he didn’t

mouth and explained in a hoarse voice, “I

both knew it was

press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head

Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I

smiled at

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

she refused to satisfy him due to his

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

was busy making breakfast, Waylen entered the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of

Rena from behind and asked

ear and asked in a low, hoarse

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

away, but he wrapped his arms around her waist

could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall how he had

Wasn’t that enough?

have to take Alexis to school later, and you should

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

his fear and blurted, “Rena, do you still love

aback

had treated

suddenly

were 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

now, the

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

was content with their

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

of Rena’s lips.

Jazlyn to free up my schedule. Let’s

crease formed on Rena’s

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

but she didn’t

Waylen’s expression darkened.

they travel together.

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

just stared at her quietly,

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

sick, or maybe

turned around

now? Isn’t this normal? Many couples go through

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

“Waylen” in the past, so he could tell that she was

finally admitted that he didn’t really claim

it to his perseverance, Rena was still as gentle and considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and

Rena was no longer as passionate whenever they had

enthusiastic, while she’d

frustrating for a man,

he couldn’t make her happy

gradually reduced from twice

their life was, fortunately, the two children were

likely depressed, but she refused

treated her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every

was afraid that she’d abandon him

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

Cecilia to

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

oblivious to Cecilia’s

Mark had once proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took it

they

they ran into Vera there, which took

of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time we met. Or is it because you have a wonderful sex

disclose her private affairs, so she just

long since the last reunion.

tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first wife.

listened to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

heard Harold’s name in a long time now, and

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

little longer in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion

their

memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

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

didn’t answer her right away. He just stayed

the end, he agreed

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

the old Ferris wheel, lit up

up in her

the door to

Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa, engulfed in darkness, Rena finally gathered the courage to ask herself

was going on?

she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling to take it

one who wanted to start over with him? So why did she

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

Was she really as

in the apartment

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

in the dark, unending tears streaming down

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

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

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

didn’t say anything. She just stared at

the lights,

didn’t want him to see how fragile she was at that

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

he who ignored her

she gave birth to Alexis, she