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

eyes on her, but he didn’t answer her

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

both knew it was just

just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said,

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

while, she smiled at him

only to realize that

she refused to satisfy him

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

Rena was busy making 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 he

from behind and

ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice,

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

him away, but he wrapped his arms

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

Wasn’t that enough?

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

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 anymore. You never call

contain his fear and blurted, “Rena, do you still love

was taken aback by his blunt

treated her with utmost

he was suddenly pining for her

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

the

he had aged gracefully, and

was content with

forever, but

of Rena’s lips. “Of

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

crease formed on Rena’s

has classes,” she protested. “And she needs to catch up on

lot of reasons, but she didn’t

Waylen’s expression darkened.

together. In fact,

dawned on him. Maybe… She really didn’t

stared at her quietly, trying

silence, he said, “Rena, let’s

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

around and continued to

normal? Many

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

he could tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their relationship was meticulously

finally admitted that he didn’t really claim

usual, perfectly playing the role of a good

could still tell that Rena was no longer

he’d be so enthusiastic, while she’d

was frustrating for a man,

showed that he couldn’t make her happy

their sex life gradually reduced from twice a week to

fortunately, the

depressed, but she refused to see

utmost care, walking on eggshells every

she’d abandon him one day because of their dull

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

shopping with Cecilia to prepare for the

moved out of the Fowler family’s house with Edwin. Rena was taken aback by Cecilia’s decision,

Cecilia’s true reason

Mark had once proclaimed that he Liked independent women that

shopping, they sat down

Vera there,

found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy

to disclose her private

so long since the last

and she whispered in 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 still

listened to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

time now, and it

had to leave to pick up

activity that day, so Rena decided to stay a little longer in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her

always remembered their first time

by the memory, she felt a sudden impulse to get

and asked him to pick Alexis up, saying she had

answer her right away. He just

he

back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in

the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that shone brightly

up

the door to the

spot where the Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa, engulfed in darkness,

going on? Didn’t she love

she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling

who wanted to start over with him? So why did she

She didn’t treat him as her husband, but as a mere tool to remind her

really as cruel

apartment

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 to the

silently in the dark, unending tears streaming down her

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

by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She

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

say anything. She just stared at him

on the lights, but Rena quickly stopped him.

him to see how

Waylen closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat down next to her, and hugged her tightly. “Rena,

he who ignored her

she gave birth to Alexis,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255