A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 651-660

Waylen was accustomed to such hostility.

He entered resolutely and knelt before Mark.

Mark sneered again. “Your kneeling means nothing to me, Mr. Fowler. I cannot bear witness to it. What now? What have you done this time that you need to kneel and apologize?”

Waylen conveyed the doctor’s words to Mark.

Concern for Rena’s well-being had been weighing heavily on Mark’s mind and his heart sank upon

Mark asked Waylen, “What do you intend to do? Are you truly willing to watch your child perish? Can you be that merciless? If you dare to do so, I will end your life.”

Waylen calmly laid out his plan.

An icy silence engulfed the room.

Even Mark, who had been present throughout, was stunned by Waylen’s bold words. He was shocked and incensed. Without delay, he hurled the nearest object he could grab at Waylen…

It was a company stamp.

The stamp struck Waylen’s forehead with force.

Waylen couldn’t dodge at all.

A slender rivulet of crimson blood trickled down his countenance…

Undeterred, Mark positioned himself before Waylen and uttered with a quivering voice, “Waylen, have you pondered upon the repercussions of your actions? Can Rena endure it? What if… What if… If the baby really perishes, there will be no way back for you, Waylen. You will be doomed.”

Waylen slightly closed his eyes and replied, “I know. I am well aware.”

Waylen found himself without alternatives.

Rena’s loathing towards him was intense. He couldn’t offer her anything. He could no longer bear witnessing her agonizing in pain either. If she had even the slightest chance recovering in a different setting, he was willing to… He was willing to… set her free.

Mark maintained silence for an extended duration.

However, Waylen understood that Mark concurred.

Waylen wiped the blood from his brow, rose to his feet and departed.

As the door shut, Mark’s anger erupted in solitude. He forcefully shoved the papers to the floor and berated, “He is insane. If he truly loved her, why did he inflict so much harm upon her before?”

While venting his frustrations, Mark dejectedly took a seat.

His eyes were bloodshot. In truth, he knew this course of action could, at the very least, save Rena’s life.

Waylen returned to the ICU ward.

Rena remained fixated on the baby. He couldn’t determine if she slept more than three hours a day.

She was gradually expending her life for the sake of this child.

Following Waylen’s decisive choice, he felt a tinge of sorrow. It was an emotion he had never

experienced before but now he comprehended it.

He was a husband and a father.

Yet, he had failed in all his duties.

He had caused his wife to endure such suffering…

He embraced her.

Perhaps it would be the last time he could hold her so unabashedly.

Naturally, Rena resisted.

Waylen clung to her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and whispered, “Allow me to hold you for a while. Just this once, Rena… Please don’t push me away.”

She lacked the strength and simply allowed him to embrace her in silence.

He couldn’t perceive her warmth.

Nevertheless, he pressed close to her neck, inhaling her scent, evoking countless cherished memories of their time together.

It was evident that he loved her…

She was the first woman he had made love to.

He kept her by his side, showering her with various gifts to please her, engaging in battles with Harold for her sake, and feeling jealousy towards Tyrone, Robert and Zack…

Every time she shed tears, he fretted over her, and every time she left him, he regretted it deeply.

Clearly, he loved her…

Waylen kissed her hair and whispered with a tremor in his voice, “Rena, I love you.”

Rena stiffened.

It mattered not to her anymore whether he harbored love for her or not.

No response came from her. He sealed his eyelids shut and clasped her with increased intensity, as though he intended to expend every ounce of his strength. The pressure inflicted upon Rena caused her great pain and discomfort. In a raspy voice, she uttered, “You’re hurting me.”

“I am in pain. Rena, I am hurting.”

In the past, she had always worried about him but, now, no matter how much he suffered, she remained indifferent.

The nurse entered, bearing medication, but was overwhelmed by the scene.

Subsequently, the nurse placed the medicine down and hurriedly departed.

Waylen gazed at the two pills resting on the tray. Rena had previously taken antidepressant pills but, today, those two pills had been replaced by sleeping pills.

Should Rena consume them, she would succumb to a slumber lasting at least ten hours.

Slowly, Waylen released his hold on her.

His voice quivered slightly as he said, “Rena, it is time for you to take the pills.”

Rena did not refuse the medication. She acknowledged her illness and was willing to undergo treatment. Soon enough, she ingested the two pills with warm water.

Drowsiness gradually enveloped her….

She experienced an unprecedented weariness, as if she could slumber for an eternity.

“Waylen… Why do I feel an overwhelming desire to sleep?”

Rena began to feel a pervasive weakness throughout her body. Then she found herself cradled within his embrace.

He gently placed her upon the bed and observed her silently.

Prior to giving birth, she weighed about 110 pounds, yet now she had dwindled to a mere 80 pounds. She had become nothing but skin and bones, her delicate visage evoking deep concern.

Waylen tenderly caressed her face, assessing her temperature.

After a considerable duration, he removed the necklace from around her neck. Adorning it was a ring he had bestowed upon her.

Only when she was ensconced in slumber could he delicately slide the diamond ring onto her ring finger.

He and she had finally become a genuine couple.

Waylen reclined, cradling her within his arms, and buried his face in the curve of her neck. In an instant, her neck was moistened….

Alexis was surviving…

to freeze time

and Rena remained a devoted

for a full 24

At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and hurried towards the

Alexis…

How was she?

beheld the other side,

removed, leaving only an abandoned quilt that

named

streamed down her face. She pounded upon the glass

Alexis… Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have you

trembling form. Waylen held her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair, desperate to

frozen in

eyelids fluttered, tears welling up and distorting her vision. The world before her appeared hazy and

She couldn’t fathom it.

off. How could Alexis vanish into

she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen,

an illusion, a haunting

awaken from this slumber, Alexis would

sounds would surely rouse her from this bewildering dream… It had to

held her tightly amidst the chaos. The ward

was streaked

Rena gradually succumbed to

vanished

embrace a refuge of

him repeatedly, her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is gone. She’s

Waylen endured it all.

Rena harbored immense animosity towards him, yet he

He held her.

onto the last remnants of

held her for an

She murmured softly. “Where is

young, surely frightened without her mother by

go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child. I need

within the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking beyond

tomb stood

of the car, her steps

she caught sight of the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as

her

the harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber

descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting

devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had been

as she pondered

are

gripped

What should Mommy

body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of

did you deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled

He held her.

onto the last

held her for

in a daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she? I need to

young, surely frightened without her mother by her

trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You need to rest

But Rena persisted.

go. Waylen… She is my child. I need

earth lay cloaked in the shadow of

Betty’s tomb

the

sight of the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she

to her

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone

dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning the loss of a fragile

Rena appeared devoid of her

her thoughts as she

are you departing

gripped by

Mommy

of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of her back was

deny me a final glimpse of her?”

to lift Rena up but his hand froze midair

not a nice sight. I

into a trance-like

partially closed, she whispered, “Waylen, you are cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh

words to describe Alexis’ fate were

the soil she cradled onto

Sharp stones mingled within the soil, lacerating her hands,

were devoid

I will bring

they give

chance to love and pamper

your countenance countless

night, my

Mommy is here…”

cloaked

sliver of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the

scooped Rena

her, he realized she had succumbed

tranquilly upon the bed, her body attended to by Waylen’s

hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing for her

she remained unwilling to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant

and Cecilia stood

harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should

away her tears

not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood at

see

was being

the anguished cries of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon

stood in

days, Rena lay ensconced

was nighttime when she finally woke

bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen roused from his

at her in the

endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s eyes at the moment, words

absence, a void had formed between them, leaving them with nothing

closed, and she whispered,

“Are you hungry? Let me fetch you something

fill a

turned her head away, her tone icy. “There’s no

the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as

don’t need it. How many times must

slightly as he gently set

to being strangers, unable to meet each other’s

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