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…

yearned to freeze time in this

Rena remained a

for a

canvas, but then she rose from the bed

Alexis…

How was she?

side, she was struck

leaving only

named Alexis had

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

Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have

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

stood frozen

her vision. The world before her appeared

She couldn’t fathom it.

had merely dozed off. How could

consumed her as she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her palm

like an illusion,

this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

destruction. She believed that the shattering sounds would surely rouse her from this bewildering

tightly amidst the chaos.

arm was streaked with

her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark reality that Alexis

had vanished from

refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena, please

cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is gone.

Waylen endured it all.

understood that Rena harbored immense animosity towards him, yet he

He held her.

last remnants of tenderness between

her for an

murmured softly. “Where

so young, surely frightened without her

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

But Rena persisted.

my child.

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

Betty’s tomb

of the

weakened legs giving way as she

clung to her palms, revealing tender

the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber

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

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

still plagued her thoughts as she

questioned, “Alexis, are you

gripped by

Mommy

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

deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with

He held her.

the last remnants of

held her

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

young, surely frightened

would trigger further distress. “Give it one

But Rena persisted.

must go. Waylen… She is my

earth lay cloaked in the

tomb

the car, her

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

clung to her

that moment, the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the

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

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

still plagued her thoughts as she pondered

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing

gripped

Mommy do without

soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of her back was

deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words

up but his hand froze midair upon hearing her anguished

responded, “It was not a nice

into

eyes partially closed, she whispered, “Waylen, you are cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh and blood.

words to describe Alexis’ fate were too painful

the soil she cradled

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

actions were devoid of conscious

I will

they give

never had the chance to love and

before your arrival, I imagined your countenance countless times, yet none

night, my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked

from the heavens,

stooped down and scooped Rena into his

he realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness,

lay tranquilly upon the bed, her

into her ear, longing for

weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant to acceptance, thus prolonging her

and Cecilia stood by

“Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you

away her tears in

Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to

They couldn’t see

being so

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

stood in stunned

long days, Rena lay

was nighttime when she finally

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

Rena observed him silently….

an instant, Waylen roused

up at her in the

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

had formed between them, leaving them with

closed, and she whispered, “Please

tenderly replied, “Are you hungry? Let me fetch you

rose to fill a bowl with

head away, her

to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that

many times must I say it?

so slightly as he gently set

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

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