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.

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

but he

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

both knew it

didn’t press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and said, “I’m going

she stood up to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by the am. “Rena, I

respond at first. After a while, she smiled at him

study and pondered a little, only

satisfy

really wanted, if he asked for

was busy making breakfast, Waylen entered the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly

Rena from behind and

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

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 pleasured himself last

Wasn’t that enough?

Alexis to school later, and you should

free. “You can keep blowing me off 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

couldn’t contain his fear and blurted,

was taken aback

after they reconciled and got back together, he had treated her with

suddenly pining

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

now, the tables

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

was content with their current

could live like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness

the corners of Rena’s lips. “Of course I do,”

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

formed on

needs to catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still too young,

counted off a lot of reasons, but she didn’t give

Waylen’s expression darkened.

they travel together. In fact, she never

a beat as the truth dawned on him. Maybe… She really didn’t Love him at

just stared at her quietly,

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

couldn’t accept things as they were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe

Rena refused. She turned around and continued

normal? Many

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

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

after their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that

as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying

still tell that Rena was no

he’d be so enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him

a man,

that he couldn’t

reduced from twice a

as their life was, fortunately, the

Rena was likely depressed, but

with utmost care, walking on

abandon him one day

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

shopping with Cecilia to prepare for

slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s

to Cecilia’s

proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took

after shopping, they sat down

they ran into Vera there, which

toe and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy

her

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

look and she whispered in a hushed tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

in a long time now, and it almost felt surreal to

Vera also had to leave to pick up

in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time

always remembered their first

the memory, she felt a sudden impulse

asked him to pick Alexis up, saying she had

didn’t answer her right away. He just stayed

he

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

the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights

up in

opened the door to the

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

was going on?

she stubbornly wore the previous

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

treat him as her husband, but as a mere tool to remind her of the man she loved, the

she really as

the apartment without moving all

exhausted that she needed to take a break from it all. At least here, she

in the dark, unending

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

a bag

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

anything. She just stared at him

lights, but

see how fragile

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

was he who ignored her all

birth to Alexis, she suffered from

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