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.

Last night that they both felt a bit awkward. But Rena still spoke

her, but he

a hoarse

it was just

Alexis’ head tenderly and said, “I’m going to make

grabbed her by the

while, she smiled at

the study and pondered a little, only to realize that

to satisfy him due to his

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

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

behind and asked her for

behind her ear and asked in a low, hoarse voice, “You heard me Last night,

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

but he wrapped his

were so close to each other that she could tangibly feel his desire for her. She couldn’t help but recall

Wasn’t that enough?

to school later, and you should get going to

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 didn’t ask anything because you just

he couldn’t contain his fear and

taken aback by his

got back together, he had treated her with utmost care and

was suddenly

them, and it had become a luxury for people their age. She reminisced the times

now, the tables had

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

with their current

like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness had exceeded her

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

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

formed

catch up on her piano lessons. Marcus’ still too

reasons, but she didn’t give him

Waylen’s expression darkened.

together. In fact,

skipped a beat as the truth dawned on him. Maybe… She really

just stared at her quietly, trying to read her

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

he was sick, or maybe she was mentally

around and continued to

good now? Isn’t this normal? Many

Waylen’s arms went slack.

a low voice, “Don’t compare us

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

their reconciliation, Waylen now finally admitted

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

tell that Rena was no longer as passionate

so enthusiastic, while she’d just humor him

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

it showed that he couldn’t make her

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

was, fortunately, the

likely depressed, but she refused to see a

care, walking on eggshells every single

him one day

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

went shopping with Cecilia to prepare

and moved out of the Fowler family’s house

to Cecilia’s true reason for

that he Liked independent women that Cecilia took it

after shopping, they

ran into Vera there, which took them

and sighed. “Have you found the fountain of youth? Your skin looks

her private affairs,

“It’s been so long since

the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first

listened to her gossip

Cecilia also remained silent.

and

coffee, Cecilia went ahead. Vera also had to

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

felt a sudden impulse to get

him to pick Alexis up, saying she had to

right away.

he agreed

streets. Suddenly, she found herself in their old

gazed at the old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that shone brightly in the

up in

opened the door to the old

piano used to sit. Sitting down on the sofa, engulfed in darkness, Rena finally gathered the courage

was going on? Didn’t

and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring,

over with him? So why did she refuse to

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 everything about

she really as cruel as

the apartment without moving all

a break from it all. At least here, she didn’t need to play the role of a good wife, and her true emotions bubbled up to

in the dark,

It creaked open, and a beam

a bag of takeout food. She didn’t

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

say anything. She just

lights, but Rena quickly stopped him.

want him to see how fragile she was

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

he who ignored her

Alexis, she

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