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.

was because he knew she heard him touching 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

but he didn’t answer her for

a hoarse voice, “I

it was just

stroked Alexis’

stood up to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I also want

first. After a while, she smiled at him

of the study and pondered a little, only to

satisfy him

really wanted, if he asked

busy making breakfast, Waylen entered the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored

from behind and asked her

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

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

to push him away, but he wrapped his arms around her

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

Wasn’t that enough?

take Alexis to school later, and you should get

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.

and blurted, “Rena, do you still

was taken aback by

had treated her with utmost care

he was suddenly

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

now, the

his handsome face. Over the years, he had aged

content with

like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness had

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

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

crease formed

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

lot of reasons, but she didn’t

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

truth dawned on him.

at her quietly,

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

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

Rena refused. She turned around and continued to

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

Waylen’s arms went slack.

a low voice, “Don’t

she was somewhat distant from him now. She

finally admitted that he didn’t really

was still as gentle 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 satisfy him

tell that Rena was no longer as passionate whenever

while she’d just humor him without any

frustrating for a man, especially for a proud

he couldn’t make her

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

their life was, fortunately, the

that Rena was likely depressed, but she refused to see a

utmost care, walking on eggshells

afraid that she’d abandon him one day

to some unspecified reasons. By the time

with Cecilia

and moved out of the Fowler family’s

oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for

he Liked independent

after shopping, they sat

into Vera there, which

fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than

want to disclose her private affairs, so she

been so long

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

listened to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

long time now, and it almost felt surreal to be hearing about

ahead. Vera also had to leave to pick

Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time she had lost her virginity to Waylen

their first

felt a sudden impulse

to pick Alexis up, saying she had to

didn’t answer her right away. He just

the end, he agreed to her

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

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

welled up in her

night, she opened the door to the

to sit. Sitting down on the sofa, engulfed

going on? Didn’t she love

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

she the one who wanted to start over with him?

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

God. Was she really as

sat in the apartment

a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play the role of a good wife, and her true

cried. She cried silently in the dark, unending tears

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

door, carrying a bag of takeout

The servants at home can take care of

She just stared at him

lights, but Rena quickly

to see how fragile she was at that

He set down the food, sat down next

was he who ignored her all

birth to Alexis,

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