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.

night that they both felt a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke to him in a gentle and

on her, but he didn’t answer her

his mouth and explained in a hoarse

it was

press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head

leave, but Waylen grabbed her by

she smiled at him and nodded,

only to realize that the man seemed to

refused to satisfy him due

he really wanted, if he asked

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

behind and asked her for a

ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice, “You heard me

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

but he wrapped his arms around her waist

were so close to each other that she could tangibly feel his desire

Wasn’t that enough?

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

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

his fear and

was taken aback by his

he had treated her with utmost care and never required

suddenly pining

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

now, the tables had

had

was content with their current

could live like this forever,

tugged at the corners of Rena’s lips. “Of course I do,” she answered

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

formed on Rena’s

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

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

Waylen’s expression darkened.

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

dawned on him. Maybe… She really

her quietly, trying to read

he said, “Rena, let’s

he was sick, or maybe she was mentally

Rena refused. She turned around and continued to

good now? Isn’t this normal? Many couples

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

could tell that she was

months after their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted that he

perseverance, Rena was still as gentle and considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying her best to

still tell that Rena was no longer as passionate whenever they

she’d

for a man, especially for a

he

reduced from twice a week to once

was, fortunately, the two children

was likely depressed, but she refused to

her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every

was afraid that she’d abandon him one day because of

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

with Cecilia

a lot now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler family’s house with Edwin. Rena was taken aback

she remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason for moving

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

after shopping, they sat

ran into Vera there, which took them

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

to disclose her

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

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 Harold’s

listened to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

and it almost felt surreal to be hearing about him

had to leave to pick

stay a little longer in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded

their first time

felt a

him to pick Alexis up,

right away. He just stayed

end, he agreed

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

in the embrace of twilight, she gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon

welled up in her

the

to sit. Sitting down on the sofa,

was going on? Didn’t she

and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding

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

rejected the current Waylen. She didn’t treat him as her husband, but as a mere tool to

God. Was she really as cruel as

apartment without moving

was 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, and

in the

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

raised her head and found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t know what it was, but it

servants at home can take care

anything. She just stared at him

on the lights, but Rena quickly stopped him. “No,

want him to see how fragile she

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

who ignored her all this

birth to Alexis, she suffered from

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