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.

heard him touching himself in the bathroom Last night that they both felt a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in

her, but he didn’t answer her for a long

and explained in a hoarse voice, “I was

both knew it

press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly

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

while, she smiled at

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

refused to satisfy him due to

if he asked for it, would

breakfast, Waylen entered the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt

Rena from behind and asked her for a

behind her ear and asked in

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

but he wrapped his arms around her waist

his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall how

Wasn’t that enough?

to school later, and

with whatever 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 just don’t care anymore. You never call me even

couldn’t contain his fear and blurted,

aback

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

suddenly pining for

it had become a luxury for people their

the tables

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

with

like this forever,

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

for a long time. “I’ll ask Jazlyn to free up my

formed on Rena’s

catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still too

reasons, but she didn’t

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

the truth dawned on him. Maybe… She

quietly, trying to

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

he was sick, or maybe she

Rena refused. She turned around

now? Isn’t this normal? Many couples go through stuff

Waylen’s arms went slack.

and said in a low

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

finally

a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that

Rena was

enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him

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

he couldn’t make her happy

reduced from twice a week to once

their life was, fortunately, the two children were

Rena was likely depressed, but she refused to see

care, walking on eggshells

was afraid that she’d abandon him

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

shopping with Cecilia to

and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with

remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason

proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took it

after shopping, they sat down

into Vera there,

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 time we met. Or is it because you have a wonderful sex

disclose her private affairs, so she

been so long since the last reunion. I wonder how everybody’s

Vera’s eyes took on a gossipy look 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

listened to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

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

to leave

a little longer in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time she had lost her virginity to Waylen on the night of their last

always remembered their first time

by the memory, she felt

Waylen and asked him to pick Alexis

her right

he agreed to her

chauffeur to send her back. She wandered around aimlessly along the streets. Suddenly, she found herself in

the old Ferris wheel, lit

up in her

she opened the door to the

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

going on?

she stubbornly wore the

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

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

Was she really

sat in the apartment without moving

needed to take a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play the role of a good wife,

in the dark, unending tears streaming down her

heard the door unlock. It creaked open, and a beam of

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

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

say anything. She just stared at him

out to turn on the lights, but Rena

to see how fragile

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

ignored her all

gave birth to Alexis, she

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