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.

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

he didn’t answer her for a long

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

knew it was

didn’t press him further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and

to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by the am.

respond at first. After a while, she smiled at

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

she refused to satisfy him

her what he really wanted, if he asked for it, would she really give

in a crisp shirt and tailored slacks, his faintly refreshing scent of aftershave

behind and asked

asked in a low,

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

he wrapped his arms

each other that she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t

Wasn’t that enough?

take Alexis to school later, and you should get going

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 when

couldn’t contain his fear and

was taken aback by his blunt

treated her with utmost care and never required anything

suddenly pining for her

were plenty 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

now, the tables

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

was content with their

this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness had

tugged at the corners of Rena’s lips.

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

crease formed

to catch up on her piano lessons.

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

Waylen’s expression darkened.

travel together. In fact, she

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

just stared at her quietly,

said, “Rena,

were. Maybe he was sick, or maybe

turned around and continued to

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

Waylen’s arms went slack.

a low voice, “Don’t compare

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

finally admitted

considerate as usual, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and mother in the following days. Of

tell that Rena was no longer as passionate whenever

enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him without any

like this was frustrating for a man, especially for a

he couldn’t make

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

life was, fortunately,

likely depressed, but she refused to see a

he treated her with utmost care, walking on eggshells every

him one day

another month due to some unspecified reasons. By the time it was to be

Cecilia to prepare

prominent model, Cecilia was earning a lot now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of

to Cecilia’s true reason

had once proclaimed that he

shopping, they sat down for

they ran into Vera there,

of youth? Your skin looks even more

want to disclose her private affairs,

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

became the mistress of a coal

to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

name in a long time now, and it almost felt

ahead. Vera also had to leave to

in the mall before picking her daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time she had lost her virginity to

their first time

memory, she felt a sudden impulse to

him to pick Alexis

answer her right

he agreed

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

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

welled up in her

night, she opened the

the Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa,

was going on? Didn’t she love

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

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

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

Was she really as cruel as

the apartment without moving

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

the dark, unending tears

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

carrying a bag of takeout food. She didn’t

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

anything. She just stared

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

to see how fragile she was at that

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

who ignored her

to Alexis, she suffered from

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