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

eyes on her, but he didn’t answer her

in a hoarse voice, “I was scared I’d

it was just

further. She just stroked Alexis’ head tenderly and

stood up to leave, but Waylen grabbed her by the

didn’t respond at first. After a while, she smiled at

a little, only to realize that the man

she refused to satisfy him

her what he really wanted, if he asked for

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

hugged Rena from behind and asked

kissed the dewy skin behind her ear and asked in

Heard what?

Rena’s thoughts were muddled.

but he

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

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.

and blurted, “Rena, do you still love

taken aback by

he had treated her with utmost care and never required anything of

he was suddenly pining for

of them, and it had become a luxury for people their age. She reminisced the times she was young and once desperately yearned

the

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

content with

like this forever, but his unrelenting stubbornness

of Rena’s

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

crease formed on Rena’s

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

but

Waylen’s expression darkened.

he’d propose they travel together. In

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

at her quietly, trying to read her

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

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

She turned around and continued to

good now? Isn’t this normal? Many

Waylen’s arms went slack.

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

she was somewhat distant from him now. She treated him as though their relationship was meticulously arranged,

months after their reconciliation, Waylen now finally

it to his 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 satisfy him

could still tell that Rena was no

enthusiastic, while she’d just humor

a man, especially for a

that he

sex life gradually reduced from twice

fortunately, the

likely depressed, but she refused to see

utmost care, walking

abandon him one day

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

went shopping with Cecilia to prepare for the

a lot now. She slowly became financially independent and moved out of the Fowler

remained oblivious to Cecilia’s true reason

had once proclaimed that he Liked

they sat down

there, which

of youth? Your skin looks even more dewy than the

to disclose her private affairs, so

long since the last reunion.

She became the mistress of a coal magnate, eventually replacing the bastard’s first wife. She’s become complacent now. Oh, and Harold’s still alone!

listened to her

Cecilia also remained silent.

time now, and it

also had to leave to pick up her son from

daughter up. Thinking about the class reunion reminded her of the time she had lost

their

memory, she felt a sudden impulse to get

asked him to pick Alexis up, saying she had to deal

her right away.

he agreed to her

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

old Ferris wheel, lit up with neon lights that

welled up in her

the door to the

the same, aside from the empty spot where the Morning Dew piano used to sit. Sitting down on

on? Didn’t she love

and she stubbornly wore the previous wedding ring, unwilling to

to start over with

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

Was she really as

the apartment without moving all

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 emotions bubbled

cried. She cried silently in the dark, unending tears

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

raised her head and found her husband standing by the door, carrying a bag

The servants at home can take care of them, so we can stay here for

didn’t say anything. She just stared at him

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

didn’t want him to see how fragile she was at that

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

he who ignored her all

to Alexis, she suffered from postpartum

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