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.

felt a bit awkward. But

but he didn’t answer her for a

his mouth and explained in a hoarse

both knew it was just

stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said,

but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I

smiled at him and nodded, and he finally

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

satisfy

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

nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of aftershave filling her nose

from behind and asked her for a morning

skin behind her ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice,

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

but he wrapped his arms around her

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

Wasn’t that enough?

to take Alexis to school later,

can keep blowing me off with 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

couldn’t contain his fear and blurted, “Rena, do you still love

was taken aback by

had treated her with utmost

suddenly pining for

in life that could be attained through hard work, but Love wasn’t one of them, and it had become a luxury

now, the tables had

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

content with their current

forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness had exceeded her

the corners of Rena’s

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

crease formed on Rena’s

catch up on her piano

lot of reasons, but she didn’t give him

Waylen’s expression darkened.

propose they travel together. In fact,

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

her quietly,

a prolonged silence, he said, “Rena, let’s go see

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

turned around and continued to

this normal? Many couples go through

Waylen’s arms went slack.

in a low voice,

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

their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that he

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

Rena was no longer

he’d be so enthusiastic, while she’d just

frustrating for a man, especially for

that he

life gradually reduced

as their life was, fortunately, the

depressed, but she refused to

her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every single

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

Cecilia

moved out of the

she remained oblivious to Cecilia’s

once proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia

shopping, they sat

there, which took

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. Or is it because

didn’t want to disclose her

so long

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

listened to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

Harold’s name in a long time now, and it almost felt surreal to

Cecilia went ahead. Vera also had to

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

always remembered their first

the memory, she felt a sudden impulse

pick Alexis

answer her right

the end, he agreed to her

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

the embrace of twilight, she gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with

welled up

opened the door to

down on the sofa, engulfed in darkness, Rena finally gathered the courage to ask

on? Didn’t she

well, and she stubbornly wore the

wanted to start over with him? So

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

God. Was she really as

in the apartment without moving all

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

silently in the dark, unending tears

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

carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t know what it

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

didn’t say anything. She

turn on the lights, but

see how fragile

her. He set down the food,

he who ignored her all

Alexis,

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