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 in this very

remained

a full

gradually opened her eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from the

Alexis…

How was she?

other side, she was struck with

stood empty, all equipment removed, leaving only

named

upon Rena, tears streamed down her face. She pounded upon the

Mommy is here. Alexis…

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

frozen

welling up and distorting her vision. The world before her appeared hazy and

She couldn’t fathom it.

How could Alexis vanish into thin

her as she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her

an illusion,

she could awaken from this slumber, Alexis

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

held her tightly amidst the

arm was streaked with

wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the

vanished

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

her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is

Waylen endured it all.

Rena harbored immense animosity towards him, yet

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness

held her

softly. “Where

young, surely frightened without her mother by

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

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my

the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of

Betty’s tomb stood

of the car, her

weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the

to her palms,

moment, the harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting

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

Rena appeared devoid of her very

plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without a

you gripped

What should Mommy

against her chest, bowing her body. Even

Why did you deny me a final

He held her.

onto the last remnants of

held her for an

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

surely frightened without

didn’t want Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further

But Rena persisted.

my child. I need to

cloaked in the shadow of

tomb stood a small

the car, her steps

sight of the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of fresh,

clung to her palms, revealing tender

harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the

upon the ebony leaves, casting an

Rena appeared devoid of her very

still plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether

“Alexis, are you departing without a

you gripped

What should Mommy do without

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

did you deny me a final glimpse of her?”

lift Rena up but his hand froze midair upon hearing her

a raspy voice, he responded, “It was not a nice sight. I feared you would never forget seeing

slipped into

She is your own flesh and blood.

fate were

placed the soil she cradled onto

the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones

actions were devoid

I will

they give

chance to love and pamper

I imagined your countenance countless times,

night, my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself

of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world in

scooped Rena into

her, he realized she had succumbed to

tranquilly upon the bed, her

a hushed tone, he whispered into

from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant to acceptance, thus prolonging

Cecilia stood by

awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived her… Oh,

wiped away her

Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to hope.

couldn’t see the little

being so

anguished cries of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as he softly uttered,

in

long days, Rena lay

was nighttime when she

her

Rena observed him silently….

Waylen

at her in the

had endured, languished in

Alexis’ absence, a void had formed between them, leaving them with

fluttered closed, and she whispered, “Please

Waylen tenderly replied, “Are you hungry? Let me

fill a

turned her head away, her tone icy.

but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as

need it. How many times must

trembled ever so slightly as he gently set the bowl

strangers, unable to meet each other’s gaze.

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