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

slumbered for a

canvas, but then she rose from the bed and

Alexis…

How was she?

beheld the other side, she was

all equipment removed, leaving only an abandoned quilt that once cradled

girl named Alexis

She pounded upon the

Alexis… Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have

his lips against her hair, desperate to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he informed her,

frozen

and distorting her vision. The world before

She couldn’t fathom it.

How could Alexis vanish into thin

as she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet she refused to

an illusion, a haunting

from this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still be

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

the chaos. The

arm was streaked

Rena gradually succumbed

vanished from the

refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena, please

repeatedly, her cries filled with hysteria.

Waylen endured it all.

animosity towards

He held her.

the last

held her for

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

was so young, surely frightened without her mother by

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

But Rena persisted.

She is my child. I need

earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering

tomb stood

stumbled out of the car,

as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up

clung to her palms, revealing

harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the

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

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

plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether

are you departing without

gripped by

Mommy

clutched a handful of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of

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

He held her.

held onto the last remnants

held her for

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

young, surely frightened without her

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

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child.

the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering

tomb stood

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,

her palms, revealing

harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a

sun began its descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if

her very essence, as if her soul had been

her thoughts as she pondered

questioned, “Alexis, are you

gripped

Mommy

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

deny me a final glimpse

up but his hand froze

a nice sight. I feared you

into a

measure. She is your own flesh and blood. How could you…

describe Alexis’ fate were too painful

she cradled onto the

she began to heap the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled within the soil, lacerating her hands,

were devoid of conscious

will bring you

they give

the chance to love and pamper you

countless times,

my

Mommy is here…”

cloaked

withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world in

and scooped Rena into

her, he realized she had

the ward, Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her body attended

hushed tone, he whispered into her ear,

the weight of her emotional turmoil had

Cecilia stood

“Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived

wiped away her tears in

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

see the

was being

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

stood in stunned

days, Rena

when she finally

bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she had once admired now bore the marks of exhaustion and

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen

at her in the

endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s eyes at the

had formed between them, leaving them with

eyes fluttered closed, and she whispered,

“Are you hungry?

rose to fill

turned her head away, her tone icy. “There’s no

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

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

hands trembled ever so slightly as he gently set

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

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