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.

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 the study with

on her, but he didn’t answer her for

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

it

him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head

to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by

respond at first. After a while, she smiled

little, only to realize that

to satisfy him due

If he told her what he really wanted, if he asked

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

behind and asked her

her ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice, “You heard me Last

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

push him away, but he wrapped his arms

could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall how he

Wasn’t that enough?

have to take Alexis to school later, and you should get going

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 anymore. You never call me even when I attend social engagements and came

his fear and blurted, “Rena, do you

taken aback

they reconciled and got back together, he had treated her with utmost care and never required

suddenly

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

now, the tables had

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

with their current

could live like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness

faint smile tugged at the corners of Rena’s

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

crease formed on

“And she needs to catch

of reasons, but she didn’t give him

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

skipped a beat as the truth dawned on him.

stared at her quietly, trying

he said, “Rena,

as they were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe she was mentally ill. Either way,

refused. She turned around

Isn’t this normal?

Waylen’s arms went slack.

stood behind her and said in a low voice, “Don’t

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

their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that he

perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in

Waylen could still tell that Rena was no longer as passionate whenever

he’d be so enthusiastic, while she’d

frustrating for a man, especially for a proud

showed that he couldn’t make her

their sex life gradually reduced from twice a week to once

was, fortunately, the two children

that Rena was likely depressed, but

care, walking on

that she’d abandon him one day because of

to some unspecified reasons. By the time

went shopping with Cecilia to prepare

now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with Edwin. Rena

she remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason

because Mark had once proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took

after shopping, they

there, which took them by

the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last time we met. Or is it because you have a

her private affairs, so

long since

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

to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

and it almost felt surreal to

had to leave to

daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the

their

by the memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

to pick Alexis up,

answer her right away. He just

he

streets. Suddenly, she found herself

Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights

welled up in

opened the door to the old

looked the same, aside from the empty spot where the Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the

on?

her well, and she stubbornly wore the

the one who wanted to start over with him?

as her husband, but as a mere tool to remind her

Was she really as cruel as

in the apartment without

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

cried. She cried silently in the dark, unending tears streaming

sudden, she heard the door unlock. It creaked open,

head and found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout

asleep. The servants at home can take care of them, so we can stay here for

say anything. She just

turn on the lights,

him to see how fragile

down the food, sat down next to her,

was he who ignored her all

gave birth to Alexis, she suffered

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