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

eyes on her, but he

mouth and explained in a hoarse voice, “I was scared I’d wake

both knew it was

further. She just stroked Alexis’

grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I also want

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

a little, only to

refused to satisfy him due to

her what he really wanted, if he asked for it,

crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his

behind and asked her for

the dewy skin behind her ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice, “You heard

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

him away, but he wrapped his arms around her waist

each other that she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall how he had pleasured himself

Wasn’t that enough?

school later, and you should

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 me even when I attend social engagements and

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

taken aback by his

got back together, he had treated her with

suddenly pining for

of them, and it had become a luxury

now, the

caressed his handsome face. Over the years, he had aged gracefully, and she could feel his warmth at her

content with

could live like this forever, but

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

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

formed on Rena’s

catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still too

of reasons, but she didn’t give him a definitive

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

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

just stared at her quietly, trying to read her

prolonged silence, he said,

things as they were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe she was mentally ill. Either way, something was terribly

refused. She turned around

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

Waylen’s arms went slack.

her and said in a low

was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their relationship was meticulously

their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that

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

Waylen could still tell that Rena was no longer

enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him without

man, especially for a

showed that he couldn’t make her happy

her, their sex life gradually reduced from twice a week to

fortunately, the two children

knew that Rena was likely depressed, but she

her with utmost care, walking

afraid that she’d abandon him one

some unspecified reasons. By the time it was to be held, it was close

went shopping with Cecilia to

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

remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for moving

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

they

ran into Vera there, which took them

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

her private affairs, so she

sighed. “It’s been so long since the last reunion. I wonder how everybody’s doing

the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first wife. She’s become complacent now. Oh, and Harold’s still

to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

time now, and

Cecilia went ahead. Vera also had to leave to

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 Waylen on

remembered their

memory, she felt a sudden

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

didn’t answer her right away. He

he agreed to her

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

at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with

up in her

opened the door to

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

on?

she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling

over with him? So why did she

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

God. Was she really as cruel as

in the apartment without moving all

from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play

in the dark, unending tears streaming down her

sudden, she heard the door unlock. It creaked open, and a beam of light from the corridor streamed

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

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

say anything. She

out to turn on the lights, but Rena

to see how fragile she was at that

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

he who ignored her all

gave birth to Alexis,

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