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.

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

he didn’t answer her for a

explained in a hoarse voice,

both knew it was

didn’t press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said, “I’m going to

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

smiled at him

a little, only to realize that the man seemed to be having a

she refused to satisfy him

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

the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing

and asked her

ear and asked in a

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

he wrapped his arms around her

other that she could tangibly feel his desire

Wasn’t that enough?

have to take Alexis to school later, and

unwilling to set her free. “You 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

fear and

taken aback

got back together, he had treated her

he was suddenly

and it had become a luxury for people their age. She reminisced the times she was

now, the tables

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

with their current

thought they could live like this forever, but

corners of Rena’s lips.

ask Jazlyn to free up my schedule. Let’s go on a family

formed on Rena’s

to catch up on her

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

Waylen’s expression darkened.

together.

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

her quietly, trying

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

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

turned around and continued to

Isn’t this normal? Many couples go through stuff like

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though

reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that he didn’t

playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying

Rena was no longer

enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him without

was frustrating for a man, especially for a proud

he

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

as their life was, fortunately, the

Rena was likely depressed, but

her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every

that she’d abandon him one day because of their dull

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

Cecilia

model, Cecilia was earning a lot now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with Edwin. Rena was taken aback by Cecilia’s

to Cecilia’s true reason

proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took it

after shopping, they sat down

ran into Vera there,

of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time we met. Or is it

to disclose her private affairs, so she

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

a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first wife. She’s become complacent now. Oh, and Harold’s

to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

hadn’t heard Harold’s name in a long time now, and it almost felt surreal

to

mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class

remembered their first time

the memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

asked him to pick Alexis up, saying she had

answer her right away. He

he agreed to her

aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she

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

up in her

she opened the door to

Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa,

was going on? Didn’t she

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

with him? So why did she refuse

her husband, but as a mere tool to remind her of the man she loved, the man who

really

the apartment without moving all

here, she didn’t need to

cried. She cried silently in the dark,

the door unlock. It creaked

found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t

The servants at home can

anything. She

reached out to turn on the lights,

want him to see how fragile she

He set down the food, sat

who ignored her all this

Alexis, she suffered from

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