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 a gentle and considerate manner, “Why did you sleep

his eyes on her, but he didn’t answer her for a long

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

both knew it was just

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

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

didn’t respond at first. After a while, she smiled at him and nodded, and he finally let her

only to realize

refused to satisfy him due to

he asked for it, would she

breakfast, Waylen entered the kitchen. He was dressed nicely in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of aftershave

hugged Rena from behind and asked her for a morning

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

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

he wrapped

tangibly feel his desire

Wasn’t that enough?

later, and you should get going to work,

unwilling to set her 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 about me. The letter from Mavis, me touching myself… You

and blurted, “Rena, do

was taken aback by his blunt

treated her

was suddenly

of 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 and once desperately yearned for his

now, the tables had

Over the years, he had aged

content with their

this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness had exceeded her

of Rena’s lips. “Of course I do,” she answered

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

formed

to catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’

of reasons, but

Waylen’s expression darkened.

never expected that he’d propose they travel together. In

truth dawned on him. Maybe… She

her quietly, trying to read her

a prolonged silence, he said, “Rena,

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

turned around and continued to

aren’t we good now? Isn’t this normal? Many

Waylen’s arms went slack.

stood behind her and said in a low voice,

saw how passionate Rena was with that “Waylen” in the past, so he could tell that she was somewhat distant from him now. She

now finally admitted

playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of course, that included trying her best to satisfy him in

that Rena was

so enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him

was frustrating for a man, especially for a proud one

he couldn’t

her, their sex life gradually reduced from twice a week to

as their life was, fortunately, the two children

knew that Rena was likely depressed, but she refused

with utmost care, walking on

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

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

Cecilia

prominent model, Cecilia 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,

she remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true

had once proclaimed that he Liked independent women that Cecilia

shopping, they sat

there, which took them

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

her private affairs, so she

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

tone, “Remember Aline? She became the mistress

listened to

Cecilia also remained silent.

now, and it almost felt surreal to be hearing about

coffee, Cecilia went ahead. Vera also had to leave to pick

the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion

their first time

the memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

pick Alexis up, saying she

her right away. He just stayed

end, he agreed to

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

she gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon

welled up

the door

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

on? Didn’t she

treated her well, and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling

who wanted to start over with him? So why

She didn’t treat him as her husband, but as a mere tool

really

sat in the apartment without

because she 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 her true

the dark, unending tears streaming down her

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

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

servants at home can take care of

say anything. She

on the lights, but

him to see how fragile she

as Waylen closed the door, he walked towards her. He set down the

who ignored

she gave birth to Alexis, she suffered

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