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.

bathroom Last night that they both felt a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in a gentle and considerate manner,

his eyes on her, but he didn’t

a hoarse voice, “I

both knew it was just

just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said,

but Waylen grabbed her

respond at first. After a while, she smiled

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

satisfy

really wanted, if he asked for

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

hugged Rena from behind and asked her for

skin behind her ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice, “You heard

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

away, but he wrapped his arms around her

that she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall

Wasn’t that enough?

later, and you should get

you don’t care about me. The letter from Mavis, me touching myself… You didn’t

fear and blurted, “Rena, do

aback

back together, he had treated her with utmost care

suddenly pining for her

Love wasn’t one of them, and it had become a luxury for people their

the tables had

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

content with their current

could live like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness had exceeded her

smile tugged at the corners of Rena’s lips. “Of course

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

crease formed

she needs to catch up

of reasons, but she didn’t give him a definitive

Waylen’s expression darkened.

together. In fact, she never expected

a beat as the truth dawned on him.

at her quietly,

he said, “Rena, let’s go

maybe she was mentally ill. Either way, something was terribly wrong

turned around and continued to prepare

we good now? Isn’t this normal?

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

tell that she was somewhat distant from him

now finally admitted that

role of a good wife and mother in

tell that Rena was no longer as passionate

she’d just

a man, especially

it showed that he couldn’t make her

gradually reduced from twice a

fortunately, the

that Rena was likely depressed, but she refused

treated her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every single

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

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

shopping with Cecilia to prepare for the

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 decision, finding

to Cecilia’s true reason

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

shopping, they sat down

into Vera there,

“Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last

didn’t want to disclose her private

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

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

listened to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

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

Vera also had to leave to pick up her son from

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

always remembered their

felt a sudden impulse to

asked him to pick Alexis

her right away. He

he agreed

the chauffeur to send her back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous apartment was

Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that shone

welled up in

the door

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

on? Didn’t she

and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring,

wasn’t she the one who wanted to start over with

as a mere tool to remind her of the man she loved, the man who didn’t lose his

really as cruel

in the apartment without moving

she was so exhausted that she needed to take a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t

cried silently in the dark, unending tears streaming down

It creaked open, and a beam of light from the

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

softly, “The kids are asleep. The servants at home can take care of them, so we

say anything. She just stared at him

reached out to turn on the lights, but Rena

him to see how fragile she

closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat

he who ignored her all

to Alexis, she

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