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…

yearned to freeze time in

Rena remained

a full 24

blank canvas, but

Alexis…

How was she?

Rena beheld the other side, she

removed, leaving

girl named Alexis had

dawned upon Rena, tears streamed down her face. She pounded upon the glass door and called

Alexis… Mommy is here. Alexis…

against her hair, desperate to shield

stood frozen

tears welling up and distorting her vision. The world before

She couldn’t fathom it.

off. How could Alexis vanish into thin

glass relentlessly. Her

an

she could awaken from this slumber,

a frenzy of destruction. She believed that the shattering sounds would surely rouse her from this bewildering dream… It had to

held her tightly amidst the chaos. The ward lay in

arm was streaked with

the wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed

had vanished from

clung to her, his embrace a refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena, please

her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis

Waylen endured it all.

animosity towards him,

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness between

her

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

so young, surely frightened without

further distress. “Give it one

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my

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

Betty’s tomb stood a small

stumbled out of the car, her steps

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

to her palms,

the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber tone

the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning the

her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very

plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

“Alexis, are you departing without a

gripped by

What should Mommy do

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

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

He held her.

last remnants of

held her

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

was so young, surely frightened without

would trigger further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

go. Waylen… She is my child.

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

to Betty’s tomb

of the car,

as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping

to her

that moment, the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a

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

her very essence, as if her soul

her thoughts as

“Alexis, are you departing

you gripped by

Mommy do without

of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through

you deny me a final glimpse of

but his hand froze midair upon hearing her

voice, he responded, “It was not a nice sight. I feared you

slipped into a

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

were too painful

placed the soil she cradled onto the

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

were devoid

I will bring you

they give you

I never had the chance to love and

your arrival, I imagined your countenance countless times,

my sweetest

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked itself

from the heavens, shrouding the

and scooped Rena into his

cradled her, he realized she had succumbed

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

hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing for

affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant to acceptance, thus prolonging her

and Cecilia stood by her

awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived

away her tears

and Korbyn were privy to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling

They couldn’t see

was being

cries of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his

stood in stunned

Rena lay ensconced in a

when she finally

the bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen roused from

her in the subdued

couple, yet their relationship, battered by the trials they had endured, languished in

formed between them, leaving

fluttered closed, and she whispered,

a hoarse voice, Waylen tenderly replied, “Are you hungry? Let

fill a bowl

her tone icy. “There’s no

maintain a

need it. How many times must

slightly as

strangers, unable to meet each

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