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 devoted

for a

opened her eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and hurried towards the

Alexis…

How was she?

other side,

leaving only

named Alexis had

her face. She pounded upon the glass door and called out

Alexis… Mommy is here.

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

frozen in

and distorting her

She couldn’t fathom it.

dozed off. How could Alexis

relentlessly. Her palm grew

like an illusion,

awaken from this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly

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

her tightly amidst the chaos. The ward lay

arm was

before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark reality

had vanished from the

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

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

Waylen endured it all.

harbored immense animosity towards him, yet he

He held her.

the last remnants

her for an

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

so young, surely frightened

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

But Rena persisted.

must go. Waylen… She is my child. I need to see

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

to Betty’s tomb stood

the car,

way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of fresh,

clung to her

the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

heavy clouds, casting a somber tone

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

of her very essence,

somehow still plagued her thoughts as

“Alexis, are you departing without a

you gripped by

What should Mommy

her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of

you deny me a final glimpse of

He held her.

the last remnants

held her

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

so young, surely frightened without

further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child. I need

the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking beyond the

Betty’s tomb stood

stumbled out of the car, her

her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands

clung to her

moment, the harsh reality finally sank

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 the ground, as if mourning the loss of a fragile

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

somehow still plagued her thoughts as she

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without a

gripped by

Mommy do

chest, bowing her body. Even through

deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her

up but his hand froze midair upon

a nice sight. I feared you would never forget seeing

into a trance-like

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

were

placed the soil she cradled

Sharp stones mingled within the soil, lacerating her hands, yet she

devoid of conscious

I will bring you

they give you

I never had the chance

I imagined your countenance countless times,

night, my

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself

of light withdrew from

stooped down and scooped Rena into his arms. “Let us

as he cradled her, he realized she

the bed, her body attended to by Waylen’s gentle

hushed tone, he whispered into

unwilling to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her

stood by her

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

away her

were privy to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to hope. After all,

see the

being

Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his

in stunned

days, Rena lay ensconced in a

was nighttime when she finally woke

face resting against her hand. The visage she had once admired

Rena observed him silently….

Waylen roused

glanced up at her in the subdued

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

between them, leaving them

closed, and she

“Are you hungry? Let me

fill

her tone icy. “There’s no

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

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

as he gently set

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

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