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

slumbered for a full

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

Alexis…

How was she?

other side, she

leaving only an abandoned quilt that once

named Alexis had

She pounded upon the glass door and

Alexis… Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have

lips against her hair, desperate to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he informed her, “Alexis is no

stood frozen

and distorting her vision.

She couldn’t fathom it.

merely dozed off. How

relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen,

like an illusion, a

from this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

frenzy of destruction. She believed that the shattering sounds would surely

the

was streaked with

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

vanished from the

her, his embrace a refuge of soláce. He uttered,

struck him repeatedly, her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen…

Waylen endured it all.

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

He held her.

held onto the last

her

softly. “Where is she?

young, surely frightened without her mother by her

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

But Rena persisted.

my child. I need to

cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking

to Betty’s tomb stood a small

stumbled out of the

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

to her palms,

moment, the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone

leaves, casting an eerie aura upon

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

somehow still plagued her thoughts as she

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are

you gripped

What should Mommy do

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

final glimpse of

He held her.

held onto the last remnants

held her for

softly. “Where is she? I need to see

surely frightened without her mother

fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day.

But Rena persisted.

is my

the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the

tomb

of the car, her

froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt

to her palms, revealing tender

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the

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

streaming down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as

her thoughts as she

“Alexis, are you

you gripped

What should Mommy do without

body. Even through her garments, the frail

a final glimpse of

Rena up but his hand froze midair upon

voice, he responded, “It was not a nice

slipped into a trance-like

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

were too

the soil she

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

devoid of

I will

give

I never had the chance to love and

I imagined your countenance countless times, yet none were as radiant

my

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked itself

withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the

down and scooped Rena

cradled her, he realized she had

tranquilly upon the bed, her

hushed tone, he whispered into her ear,

weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant to

and Cecilia stood

“Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived her… Oh, the

her tears in

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

see the little one

was being so

cries of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as he softly uttered, “I have no

stood in stunned

four long days, Rena lay ensconced in a

was nighttime when she finally

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

Rena observed him silently….

Waylen roused from his

glanced up at her

were 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 moment,

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

and she

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

rose to fill a bowl with

turned her head away, her tone

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

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

hands trembled ever so slightly as he gently set the bowl

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

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