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…

freeze time in this very

and Rena remained a devoted

slumbered for a

a blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and hurried towards the glass

Alexis…

How was she?

the other side,

empty, all equipment removed, leaving only an abandoned quilt that once

named Alexis

She pounded

here. Alexis… Where have

her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair, desperate to shield

stood frozen

her vision. The

She couldn’t fathom it.

had merely dozed off. How

relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet she refused

seemed like an illusion, a

could awaken from this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

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

her tightly amidst the chaos. The ward

was streaked with

succumbed to the stark reality that Alexis

vanished from the

his embrace a refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena,

with

Waylen endured it all.

understood that Rena harbored immense animosity towards him, yet he could

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness between

held her for

found herself in a daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she?

frightened without

want Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child. I

cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking beyond the

tomb stood a small

stumbled out of the car, her steps

giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a

clung to her palms, revealing tender

harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

heavy clouds, casting a

casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning

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

her thoughts as

“Alexis, are you departing

gripped by

should Mommy do

a handful of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even

a final glimpse

He held her.

the last remnants of tenderness

her

murmured softly. “Where is she? I need

frightened without

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

But Rena persisted.

is my child. I need

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

to Betty’s tomb stood a small

the car, her steps

giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of fresh,

clung to her palms, revealing tender

the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber

descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if

face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her

plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without a

you gripped by

What should Mommy do without

soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette

me a final glimpse

Rena up but his

was not a nice

into

whispered, “Waylen, you are cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh and blood. How could

Alexis’ fate were too painful

the soil she

to heap the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled within the

were devoid of conscious

I will bring you

give

the chance to

countenance countless times, yet none

night, my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

final sliver of light withdrew from the

stooped down and scooped Rena into his

her, he realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her body unnaturally

Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her body attended

a hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing

slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant

Cecilia stood by

Cecilia sobbed harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should not have

away her

were privy to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood at

They couldn’t see the little

was being

Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as he softly uttered, “I have

in

days, Rena lay ensconced in a

was nighttime when she finally

her hand. The visage she had once admired now bore

Rena observed him silently….

Waylen roused from his

at her in the

a couple, yet their relationship, battered by the trials they had endured, languished in a dire state. When they

a void had formed between them, leaving

fluttered closed, and she whispered, “Please

voice, Waylen tenderly replied, “Are you hungry? Let me fetch

fill a bowl

away, her tone icy. “There’s

the joyous smile on his face freezing, but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned

don’t need it. How many times must I say it?

hands trembled ever so slightly as he gently set

each other’s

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