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 considerate manner, “Why did you sleep in the study with

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

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

both knew it

further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said, “I’m going

stood up to leave, but Waylen grabbed

a while, she smiled at him and

only to

satisfy him due to

wanted, if he asked for

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

hugged Rena from behind and

in a low, hoarse

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

him away, but he wrapped

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

Wasn’t that enough?

school later, and you should get

to fooling your husband, haven’t you? Now, you don’t care about me. The

and blurted,

was taken aback by

after they reconciled and got back together, he had treated

was suddenly pining for her

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 tables

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

was content with their current

live like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness

of Rena’s lips. “Of

“I’ll ask Jazlyn to free up my schedule. Let’s go on

formed on

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

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

Waylen’s expression darkened.

he’d propose they travel together. In fact,

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

at her quietly, trying to read her

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

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

around and

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

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

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

reconciliation, Waylen now finally

and considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days.

still tell that Rena was no longer as

enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him without

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

it showed that he couldn’t make

life gradually reduced from twice a

fortunately, the two children were

likely depressed,

treated her with utmost care, walking on eggshells

she’d abandon him one day because of

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

shopping with Cecilia

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

Cecilia’s true reason for

was because Mark had once proclaimed that he

shopping, they sat down for

there, which took them by

head to toe and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time we met. Or is it because you have a wonderful

didn’t want to disclose her private affairs, so

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

Vera’s eyes 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

to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

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

Cecilia went ahead. Vera also had to leave to

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

their first time

the memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

asked him to pick Alexis up, saying she had to

answer her right away. He just stayed

he agreed

to send her back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous apartment was only

twilight, she gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit

welled up in her

night, she opened the door to 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

was going on? Didn’t she

her well, and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling to

start over with him? So why did she refuse to move on

found that she rejected the current Waylen. She didn’t treat him as her husband, but as

really as

apartment without

so exhausted that she needed to take a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play the role of a good wife, and her true emotions bubbled

She cried silently in the dark,

door unlock. It creaked open, and a beam of light

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

home can take care of

say anything. She just stared at

out to turn on the lights,

to see how fragile

Waylen closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat down next

he who ignored her all

she gave birth to Alexis, she suffered from

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