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.

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

her, but he didn’t answer

explained in a hoarse voice, “I was

it

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

but Waylen grabbed her

a while, she smiled

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

satisfy him due

wanted, if he asked for it, would she really give it

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

behind and asked her

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

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

away, but he wrapped

desire for her. She

Wasn’t that enough?

Alexis to school later, and

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

his fear and blurted, “Rena, do

was taken aback by his blunt

they reconciled and got back together, he had treated her with utmost care and

was suddenly pining

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 she was young and once desperately yearned for his

now, the tables

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

content with their current

live like this 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 up my schedule. Let’s go on a family trip next month,

formed

protested. “And she needs to catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still

lot of reasons, but

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

heart skipped a beat as the truth dawned on him. Maybe…

stared at her quietly, trying

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

accept things as they were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe

Rena refused. She turned around

this normal?

Waylen’s arms went slack.

behind her and said in a

past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from him

reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that he didn’t

as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in

Waylen could still tell that Rena was

so enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him without any

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

that he couldn’t

sex life gradually reduced from twice a week to once a

life was, fortunately,

that Rena was likely depressed, but she refused

care, walking on eggshells

afraid that she’d abandon him one

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

went shopping with Cecilia to prepare for

earning a lot now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of

remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for moving

proclaimed that he

shopping, they sat down

Vera there, which took them by

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

her

long

and she whispered in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

in a long time now, and it almost felt

had to leave to pick up

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

their first

she felt a sudden impulse

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

right away. He just stayed

the end, he

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

old Ferris wheel, lit

up in

she opened the door to

to sit. Sitting down on the

was going on? Didn’t she

stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling

wasn’t she the one who wanted to start over with him? So why did she refuse to move

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 lose

Was she really as

the apartment without

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 up

the dark,

It creaked open, and a beam of light from

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

asleep. The servants at home can take care of

didn’t say anything. She just stared at

to turn on the lights,

to see how fragile she was at

the

ignored her

to Alexis,

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