A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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…

time in this very

remained

a

blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and

Alexis…

How was she?

the other side, she was struck with

all equipment removed, leaving only an

named

tears streamed down her face. She pounded upon the glass door and called out

is here. Alexis…

form. Waylen held her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair, desperate to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he informed her, “Alexis is no

stood frozen

fluttered, tears welling up and distorting her vision.

She couldn’t fathom it.

How

relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet

an illusion, a

slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

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

amidst the chaos. The

was streaked

upon the wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed

had vanished from the

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

her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis

Waylen endured it all.

animosity towards him, yet he could

He held her.

last remnants of tenderness between

her for

softly.

young, surely frightened without her

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

But Rena persisted.

She is my child. I need to see

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

tomb

the

as she knelt on the ground,

to her palms, revealing tender

moment, the harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

with heavy clouds, casting

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

down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had

as she pondered whether

“Alexis, are you departing

you gripped by

What should Mommy do

against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments,

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

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness between

her for

daze. She murmured softly. “Where

frightened without

it would trigger further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

must go. Waylen… She is my child. I need to

family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the

to Betty’s tomb stood

of the car, her

tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the

to her palms, revealing tender

that moment, the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a

casting

streaming down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her

still plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether

“Alexis, are you departing

gripped by

What should Mommy do without

her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette

did you deny me a final glimpse of

his hand froze

nice sight. I feared you would never forget seeing

into a trance-like

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

words to describe Alexis’ fate were too painful for

soil she

stones mingled within the soil,

devoid of conscious

I will bring

give you

the chance to love and pamper you

your arrival, I imagined your countenance countless times,

my

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

sliver of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world

scooped Rena into his arms. “Let

she had

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

tone, he whispered into her

unwilling to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her

Cecilia stood by her

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

wiped away her

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

see the

being

of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face

stood in

days, Rena

nighttime when she finally

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

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen roused

her in

a couple, yet their relationship, battered by the trials they had endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s eyes at the

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

and she whispered,

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

to fill a bowl

turned her head away, her

quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The

don’t need it. How many times must I

as he gently

being strangers, unable to meet each other’s gaze.