A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

He loved her. He was certain of his love for her, yet he had forsaken her.

And now, Rena… no longer desired him.

Waylen struggled to catch a glimpse of Rena during the following days.

Mark dispatched individuals to stand guard outside Rena’s ward.

The remaining members of the Fowler family were granted access, yet Waylen alone was denied entry. Determined, he sought an audience with Mark.

Within the confines of a modest reception room at the hospital, Mark diligently immersed himself in his work,, unwavering in his commitment. No matter how overwhelming his obligations, he refused to leave Duefron and leave his niece to face the present situation alone.

Waylen approached, imploring for mercy.

Mark, without hesitation, struck Waylen repeatedly before casting him aside. Waylen, a man of pride, abandoned his self-esteem and dignity, sinking to his knees in front of Mark, an act that endured for hours.

Eventually, Mark lifted his gaze, addressing Waylen.

Although Mark’s tone softened slightly, his words remained frigid. “Waylen, your pleas are in vain. You are well aware that you and Rena are finished, regardless of the child’s… whether she can…”

Mark’s eyes welled with tears. To calm his emotions, he lit a cigarette.

Yet, despite his efforts, he choked on sobs for an extended period before resuming. “Regardless of the child’s fate, the two of you are through. It is an impossibility now and forever. No woman could possess such magnanimity, unless she were a fool.”

Waylen understood it all.

Rena had severed ties with him previously, and he had beseeched her for a second chance.

Her pregnancy with Alexis had finally mended their relationship a little.

Over the past six months, Rena’s demeanor towards him had evolved from frigidness to tenderness, then to affectionate concern. They had, in fact, experienced a brief period of marital bliss.

Waylen’s heart ached at the recollection.

He humbled himself. “I understand, Mr. Evans. All I ask for now is an opportunity to care for her.”

Mark scoffed. “To care for her? Are you certain you aren’t repulsing her?”

Waylen felt a pang of embarrassment.

Just then, one of Mark’s subordinates delivered. news. “Mr. Evans, a Mr. Coleman and a Miss Coleman have arrived at Miss Gordon’s ward and insist on seeing her. Miss Gordon has agreed to meet them.”

Mark closed the file promptly, hastening towards the exit.

Waylen trailed behind Mark.

In the ward, Rena stood silently by the window.

Since Alexis’ birth, she had had problems falling asleep.

Her fervent hope clung to the possibility of a doctor’s sudden arrival, bearing news of the baby’s recovery and the resumption of normal feeding.

She knew it was an audacious desire, yet she yearned ceaselessly.

In these past two days, her frail form had withered even more.

Lyndon arrived with Elvira. Observing Rena’s emaciated state, guilt overwhelmed him. “Rena, 1 never intended for this to happen. Neither did Elvira. We both only wish for you to find happiness.”

A soft chuckle escaped Rena’s lips.

Wish her to find happiness?

Ever since Lyndon entered the picture, he had shown no real concern for Rena, yet he had the audacity to claim she was his only biological child.

Rena turned on her heels.

Though she had shed considerable weight, her beauty remained undiminished.

However, her eyes lacked radiance, filled instead with desolation.

With a casual tone, Rena uttered, “Do you know what I think of you?”

Lyndon’s body trembled involuntarily.

Softly, Rena continued, “I once held you in high regard but, over time, I discovered that you are merely an ordinary individual driven by selfish motives. You act like you possess a worthless object and attempt to sell it off. But the truth is quite the opposite… What you hold dear is nothing but trash. When I loved Waylen, I regarded Elvira as trash. When my love for him waned, I realized that Elvira was more like junk food, repugnant to my husband, yet strangely appetizing.

Lyndon’s countenance underwent a dramatic change.

Elvira’s lovely face contorted.

Coincidentally, at that moment, Mark and Waylen arrived at the doorway…

Rena glanced at Waylen and smirked. “Waylen, take your garbage and leave. The mere sight of you makes me sick.”

Mark subtly touched his nose.

Lyndon couldn’t help but cry out, “Rena, it’s not Elvira’s fault!”

calmly interjected, “Mr. Coleman, it’s time for you to leave. Don’t come

don’t believe you cease to care about me. If you truly don’t care, why

slapped Elvira across

you out of a sense of

refused to

her. In fact, her sole purpose in coming today

Yet Rena remained unfazed.

Waylen, don’t you? Well, here’s your chance… There’s approximately 200, 000 dollars on the card, and conveniently, there’s a five-star hotel across the street. Miss Coleman, please take it. Consider it the payment I made for your service. If you serve

attempted to

card onto Elvira and declared, “Now you can leave with my husband. Stay away from

Elvira glanced at Waylen.

face, Waylen

Elvira was taken aback.

assumed, at the very least, that

with

leave as

was laced with

Lyndon stood there, stunned.

How could Waylen treat him in this manner now? Rena’s words had shattered Waylen. He knew she had done it intentionally. She was aware of his aversion towards Elvira, yet she chose to utter

you. We need not cross paths again. I will also inform my father that any ties between the Fowler family and

completely bewildered, unwilling to

instructed his men to escort

ward, Mark cast a glance at his men and Lyndon was forcibly restrained on

adept at playing the piano, was held

pressed his foot onto Lyndon’s

a cold

hand, which had once captivated his sister,

Rena had admired

Lyndon’s face turned aghast.

at his adopted daughter, his

as incredibly innocent, albeit occasionally willful. He could never have fathomed

her

well it’s true! Perhaps you should visit a gynecologist, you might already be afflicted! And… spare me from your sickness, or I’ll

a wave of relief after uttering

Rena and Alexis

Inside the hospital room.

else had departed, Waylen attempted to initiate a conversation with Rena but she steadfastly refused to

presented him

at her for a prolonged moment before

proceeded to

severe injury, rendering her bedridden. Otherwise, she would have personally cared for Rena. Upon learning of poor

the door, stepping into the room as he uttered

“Mom!”

adjust her leg, her gaze suddenly rising to meet Waylen’s. Tears cascaded down her cheeks once again, seemingly without any cause. Her heart was too shattered to form any

her and proceeded to pour a

as a couple. But a fulfilling marriage is not easily attained and you’ve really done it wrong this time. I know you excel in your profession and have yet to lose á single lawsuit. I am also aware of your concerns for your career as you flew to Braseovell. But Rena was carrying your child, and you once had a history with Elvira. Regardless, you should never have left Rena alone like that to help

Waylen nodded in acknowledgment.

don’t want to end things with Rena. I need an opportunity to make amends

couldn’t help but cry once

Amends…

possibly make amends to Rena while their daughter lay in the

couldn’t be simply

the world, they would never replace their

wouldn’t have continuously given you chances time and time again! Consider what happened between Vera and Roscoe. If it were someone else, would Rena have made those sacrifices for anyone other than you? Absolutely not! She did it simply because you are Waylen Fowler, because you’re the man she loved… You two have endured so much together, yet you, Waylen, still fail to appreciate it. Perhaps it’s because you’ve always obtained what you desired

lost in

deep down that Eloise’s words

it came to him effortlessly, he never truly

control over Rena, naively assuming, that although she might be angry when he chose to fly to Braseovell, she

still viewed Rena as an

that they were married and she was his wife, and he should respect her as

this matter. If Rená is unhappy with you

remained silent, his

the room to examine the wound on Eloise’s leg

“Mom, I will

of the ward, a

stood there, lost in contemplation

It was Jazlyn. She handed a document to Waylen and stated, “I have cleared you schedules, cancelling all work except for the

Waylen nodded in acknowledgement.

the baby’s condition, but after careful consideration, she

a

to maintain composure, but as he

needs someone to care for her during this difficult

a

did not need

extremely frail and required care, but aside from the nutritious meals provided by her family, she desired nothing. However,

also been residing in the hospital