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.

both felt a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in a gentle and considerate manner, “Why did

on her, but he

mouth and explained in a hoarse voice,

both knew it was

She just stroked Alexis’ head

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

at first. After a while, she smiled

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

to satisfy him due to his

what he really wanted, if he

in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of aftershave filling her nose as

behind and asked

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

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

to push him away, but he wrapped his

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

Wasn’t that enough?

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

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

contain his fear and blurted, “Rena,

taken aback

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

he was suddenly pining for

things 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

the

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

was content with

could live like this forever, but

at the corners of Rena’s

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

crease formed on Rena’s

Alexis has classes,” she protested. “And she needs to catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still too

but she

Waylen’s expression darkened.

he’d propose they travel together. In fact, she

skipped a beat as the truth dawned on

just stared at her quietly, trying

he said, “Rena, let’s go

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

turned around

now? Isn’t this normal?

Waylen’s arms went slack.

her and said in a low voice, “Don’t

with that “Waylen” in the past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from

months after their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that he didn’t really

the role of a good wife and mother in the

Rena was

while she’d just humor him

a man, especially for a proud one

showed that he couldn’t make

sex life gradually reduced from twice

life was, fortunately, the two children were

Rena was likely depressed, but she

utmost care, walking

abandon him one

unspecified reasons. By the time it was to be held, it was close

Cecilia to prepare for

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

to Cecilia’s true reason for

that he Liked independent

shopping, they sat

Vera there, which

looked at her old friend from head to toe and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the last

to disclose her

Vera sighed. “It’s been so long

tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the

to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

now, and

Vera also had to leave to

Thinking about the class reunion reminded

always remembered their first time

she felt

him to pick Alexis

her right

end, he agreed to her

around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old neighborhood. Their previous

at the old Ferris wheel, lit up

up in

opened the

Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa, engulfed in darkness, Rena finally gathered the courage to ask herself

on?

she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling to take

who wanted to start over with

of the past, she found that she rejected the current 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 his memory and remembered everything

really as

sat in the apartment

so exhausted 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,

cried. She cried silently in the dark,

creaked open, and a beam of light from the

found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food.

“The kids are asleep. The servants at home can take care of

anything. She just stared

on the lights,

didn’t want him to see how fragile she was

soon as Waylen closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the food, sat down next to her, and

ignored

birth to Alexis, she suffered

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