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!”

time for

to care about me. If you truly don’t care, why did you leave her and come to Braseovell to assist

slapped Elvira across the

out of a sense of obligation. How could you interpret it

refused to give

sought to provoke Rena, believing she could triumph over her. In

Yet Rena remained unfazed.

the bush? You simply want to continue seducing 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

attempted to

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

Elvira glanced at Waylen.

a pallid face,

Elvira was taken aback.

assumed, at the

said with urgency,

leave

with

Lyndon stood there, stunned.

Waylen treat him in this manner now? Rena’s words had shattered Waylen. He knew she had done it intentionally. She was aware of

the anguish in his heart, Waylen addressed Lyndon, I have repaid the debts my family owed you. We need not cross

bewildered,

men to escort

his men and Lyndon was forcibly restrained

once adept at playing the piano, was held

pressed his foot onto Lyndon’s hand, exerting slow, deliberate

maintained a cold

hand, which had once captivated his sister,

hand, which Rena had admired since

Lyndon’s face turned aghast.

daughter, his heart heavy with

never have fathomed

her teeth, retorting,

“You know damn well it’s true! Perhaps you should visit a gynecologist, you might already be afflicted! And… spare me from your sickness,

a wave of

but when thoughts of Rena and Alexis crossed

Inside the hospital room.

conversation with

presented him with

her for a prolonged

to

cared for Rena.

the door, stepping into the room as he uttered

“Mom!”

to 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

to her and proceeded to pour a glass of

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

Waylen nodded in acknowledgment.

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

help but cry

Amends…

Rena

wound that couldn’t be

children came into the

because you are Waylen Fowler, because you’re the man she loved… You

was lost

that Eloise’s words

him effortlessly,

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

still viewed Rena as an

married and she was his wife, and he

this matter. If Rená is unhappy with you and wishes

silent, his

room to examine the wound on Eloise’s leg Waylen engaged in a conversation with one of the

“Mom, I will check

stepped out of the ward, a sense

in

sound of high-heeled shoes echoed through the hallway. It was Jazlyn. She handed a document to Waylen and stated, “I have cleared you schedules, cancelling all work

Waylen nodded in acknowledgement.

baby’s condition, but after careful consideration,

felt a sense of

the document, attempting to maintain composure, but as he closed it, his eyes welled up

“Spend more time with Rena. She needs someone to care for her

a

did not

aside from the nutritious meals provided by her family, she desired nothing. However, she only

residing in the