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…

time

and Rena remained a devoted

a

her eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas,

Alexis…

How was she?

side, she was struck with

leaving only

girl named Alexis

streamed down her face. She pounded upon the

is here.

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

frozen

fluttered, tears welling up and distorting her vision.

She couldn’t fathom it.

merely dozed off. How could

the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet

like an illusion, a haunting

slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

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

the chaos. The ward lay

arm was streaked

before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark

vanished from the

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

filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is

Waylen endured it all.

immense animosity towards him, yet he could only endure

He held her.

onto the last

her for an

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

young, surely frightened without her mother by

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

But Rena persisted.

go. Waylen… She is my

Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow

to Betty’s tomb stood a

the car,

giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling

her palms,

moment, the harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

clouds, casting a somber tone over the

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

her very essence, as if her soul had been wrenched

thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are

you gripped by

What should Mommy do without

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

a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with

He held her.

last

held her

She murmured softly. “Where is she? I need

was so young, surely frightened without her mother

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

But Rena persisted.

She is my child. I need to see

cloaked in the shadow of towering

tomb

stumbled out of the

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

clung to her palms, revealing tender

harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone

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

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

still plagued her thoughts as

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without

you gripped by

Mommy

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

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

lift Rena up but his hand froze midair upon hearing

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

into a trance-like

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

were too painful

soil she cradled

heap the earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled

devoid of conscious

I will

give

the chance

imagined your countenance countless times, yet none were as radiant

night, my

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

final sliver of light withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world

down and scooped Rena into his arms.

he realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her

upon the

a hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing for

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

Cecilia stood by her

to contain her grief, Cecilia sobbed harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived her… Oh,

wiped away her tears in

and Korbyn were privy to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood

They couldn’t see

was being so

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

in

long days, Rena lay ensconced in

when she finally

prostrate on the edge of the bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she had

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen roused from his

up at her in the

in a dire state.

between them,

eyes fluttered closed, and

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

rose to fill

turned her head away, her

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

it. How many times must I say it?

as he gently set the

unable to meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it

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