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

Rena remained a devoted

a full 24

eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she

Alexis…

How was she?

other side, she was struck with

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

girl named Alexis

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

Alexis… Mommy is here.

lips against her hair, desperate to shield her from further anguish. In

frozen in

tears welling up and distorting her vision. The world before her

She couldn’t fathom it.

merely dozed off. How could Alexis vanish into thin

she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew

all seemed like an illusion,

she could awaken from this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

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

tightly amidst the chaos.

was streaked with

wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark reality that Alexis had

vanished from the

a refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena, please

him repeatedly, her cries filled with hysteria.

Waylen endured it all.

immense animosity towards him, yet he could only endure

He held her.

held onto the last remnants

held her for

daze. She murmured softly.

young, surely frightened without

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

But Rena persisted.

my child. I

the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of

Betty’s tomb

out of the

as she knelt on the ground, her

her palms, revealing tender

moment, the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over

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

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

thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis

“Alexis, are you

you gripped

should Mommy do

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

deny me a final glimpse of her?”

He held her.

last

her for an

in a daze. She murmured softly.

so young, surely frightened without her mother by

fearing it would trigger further

But Rena persisted.

She is my

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

tomb stood

of the car, her

of the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands

to her palms,

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over

dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon

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

her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are you

gripped

should Mommy do

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

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

up but his hand

“It was not a nice sight. I feared you would never forget

slipped into

“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

she cradled onto

upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled

were devoid

I will bring you

they give you

the chance to love and pamper you

I imagined your countenance countless

my sweetest

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding

Rena into his

realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her body unnaturally

Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her body

into

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

Cecilia stood by

her grief, Cecilia sobbed harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you

away her tears in

they dared not cling to hope.

couldn’t see the little

was being so

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

stood in stunned

days, Rena

nighttime when she finally woke

against her hand. The visage she had once admired now bore the marks of

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen

at her in the

the trials they had endured, languished in

had formed between them, leaving them

and she whispered,

hoarse voice, Waylen tenderly replied, “Are

to fill a

head away, her tone icy. “There’s no

faltered, the joyous smile on his face freezing, but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone

it. How many times must I say it?

hands trembled ever so slightly as he

meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it was easier to communicate this

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