A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Rena remained silent for a while.

Then, she smiled faintly and said, “Of course, things are different now that we have a child. We can’t keep quarreling like before.”

As she spoke, her demeanor exuded gentleness—a side of Rena that Waylen had always admired.

They were alone together in the middle of the night, and their child was sleeping peacefully in the next room.

Waylen swallowed, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at Rena.

Noticing his gaze, Rena tried to maintain her composure and said calmly, “Find a chance to have a good talk with her. It’s getting late…”

She intended for him to leave for now and come back to pick Alexis up the following morning.

Waylen raised his hand to check the time, and then looked back at Rena.

She had no intention of letting him stay overnight, but he longed to. He whispered, “I’m exhausted. And I have an important meeting tomorrow morning. Can I sleep in the guest room? I won’t disturb you.”

Rena nodded silently.

She led him to the guest room, but she didn’t enter herself.

Waylen tossed his coat onto the bed and turned around. Observing that Rena hadn’t followed him in, he asked with a faint smile “Are you afraid of me?”

“I’LL get you some towels,” she replied, avoiding his question.

He stared at her without saying anything.

After she left, he sat at the edge of the bed and loosened his tie with a sense of frustration.

As he rummaged through his suit, he failed to find his cigarette case. Instead, his hand landed on a small box-the gift he had purchased for Rena in Hondrau.

However, Rena had refused to accept it.

Waylen tossed his coat onto the bed and turned around. Observing that Rena hadn’t followed him in, he asked with a faint smile “Are you afraid of me?”

“I’LL get you some towels,” she replied, avoiding his question.

He stared at her without saying anything.

After she left, he sat at the edge of the bed and loosened his tie with a sense of frustration.

As he rummaged through his suit, he failed to find his cigarette case. Instead, his hand landed on a small box-the gift he had purchased for Rena in Hondrau.

However, Rena had refused to accept it.

Waylen held the small box in his hand, his eyes reflecting an unreadable mix of emotions.

Rena returned to the room, finding Waylen smoking at the edge of the bed.

With one hand resting on the bed and the other holding a cigarette, he emanated a distinctly masculine aura. Upon seeing Rena enter, he narrowed his eyes and asked, “Do you have a razor?”

Softly, she replied, “No.”

“Okay.” Waylen exhaled a stream of smoke slowly, extending his hand.

Without hesitation, she handed him the towel and a new toothbrush, but Waylen didn’t take them. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently, causing her to fall onto the bed.

Before she could react, he pressed himself against her.

“Waylen!”

Rena exclaimed, her anger simmering, but she didn’t dare to speak too loudly, fearing she might awaken Alexis.

Waylen grabbed her hand, pressing it onto the bed with one hand while stubbing out his cigarette with the other. Then, he produced something.

Rena lay on the bed, her long brown hair cascading around her face.

Waylen released her hand but exerted more pressure to keep her pinned beneath him. They were so close that Rena hesitated to make any movement.

With some clumsiness, he placed something on her.

It was the pair of pearl earrings.

Waylen, inexperienced in helping a woman put on earrings, accidentally poked her earlobe. Wincing, Rena unhappily said, “Ouch! Waylen, can you be more gentle?”

Her ambiguous words made her appear deeply provocative.

If he disregarded her feelings, he would have already succumbed to his desires and taken her.

Waylen gingerly fastened the earrings for her.

Afterwards, he said in a low voice, “I still remember that after we made love in the hotel, you left first, and one of your earrings fell at the end of the bed. The earring had a similar style to this pair. Rena, these earrings look exquisite on you!”

She was left speechless.

Waylen had turned such a simple remark into an erotic innuendo.

He yearned for the feeling of being intimate with her.

He didn’t want to miss this opportunity tonight.

He had been too busy, and his fear of going too far and upsetting her had prevented him from acting upon his desires.

Drawing closer, he buried his face in her neck and asked, “Rena, haven’t I made you happy in so long?”

Rena attempted to push him away but failed.

Biting her lip, she turned her face away and said, “Waylen, I won’t lie to you. It’s true that you have many advantages. We used to be together, and now we have a child. But… right now, all I want is to take good care of Alexis. I really don’t want to think about anything else.”

As she spoke, her eyes glistened with tears, yet she remained undeniably captivating.

Waylen couldn’t resist caressing her eyes with his slender fingers. Deliberately, he traced her eyes slowly, causing Rena to nearly lose her composure. In a low voice, she murmured, “Waylen…””

He suddenly chuckled. “Your voice is so melodious!”

It took her three seconds to grasp the meaning behind his words.

Unable to control herself, she kicked him and said, “Let me go!”

Unexpectedly, Waylen released her.

Rolling to the side, he clenched his jaw, his Adam’s apple enticingly bobbing, and his voice growing hoarse. “Go to sleep!”

As quick as lightning, Rena fled the room.

As her fingertips brushed against the doorknob, Waylen whispered in a low voice, “I’ve missed you so much over these years!”

Early in the morning, when Alexis woke up, she discovered a limited edition teddy bear beside her pillow.

She should have been overjoyed, but today she didn’t feel happy at all.

Clutching the teddy bear to her chest, she ran to the guest room in search of Waylen. Still groggy from sleep, Waylen hadn’t awakened yet, and Alexis crawled under the covers.

eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her curly brown

against his

her cheek and

continued to

and instead held her in his

Alexis exhibited signs of autism, and Waylen knew better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he felt a deep sense of remorse for her struggles, willing to do everything

sometimes, happiness couldn’t be

Rena went out of her way to cook things the

telling

his arms from 7 a.m,

and Rena answered the phone for him, rescheduling

she

a depth of understanding that words

finally arrived, Alexis emerged from under

to school, and Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering her with

the car once more, a somber ambiance hung in the

for a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he whispered,

her seat, her body weighed down by a

vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like

tears welled up, unspoken remorse flooding her

put out the cigarette and handed

her tears, but more came rushing down her

in her own world with only

eyes squeezed shut, Rena sought to collect herself, to

respected her need for

eternity, Rena managed

clasped her hand, his voice

it’s not

buzzed, and it was Waylen on the other

calm and steady,

come to the

spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily

atmosphere within the villa was heavy with

She had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed back from work to be with

but careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her

bated breath, Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room open, her eyes widening at the sight before

depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear tightly, her voice lost in the depths

beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands, he held a worn fairy tale book, reading the familiar

to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he had read countless times

struck Rena

that moment, she fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen

and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer silently. She couldn’t ignore

she would be

her shoes, her voice soft as a whisper. “The wardrobe

glanced at her, his eyes revealing a mixture of relief and

a word, he handed the well-worn fairy tale book to Rena and quietly stepped

quivering with emotion as she leaned

heartfelt weight, her love and concern evident in every

stood outside the room, leaning against the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he

how much he needed her by his

was then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had

was their shared responsibility, his love for them

clock struck nine in the evening, Alexis finally stepped out of the wardrobe, her appetite

savoring each bite with

hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would

bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis

slipped out of the room, her footsteps carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room, his usual

softly, her voice breaking the

up and approached her, closing the door

a serious conversation lingering

a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing her gently against the

back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

lowered his head, burying his face in Rena’s

seemed to stand still as their bodies

a moist warmth that initially unsettled her, yet she refrained

realized that Waylen was

her own emotional battles, he, too, had endured his

that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of his neck, her

Waylen’s body tensed.

his gaze met hers in the dimly lit

that enveloped them felt ethereal, their

initiating a

breaths mingled, growing ragged with

body remained pressed against the door, confusion etched across her face. She had intended to discuss about Alexis, yet Waylen’s kisses stole away

more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed

were far

and comfort her, to remind

his chest, rediscovering

had that urge to kiss her without

while, he continued to kiss her, savoring the intimate

fervently sought to

hoarse voice, he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed.

her legs weakened by the

it not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled

desire more,

declined his offer, her voice

sleep with Lexi. You can get

the study lights, his other hand tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room.

Rena retrieved her clothes and

entire night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort and

following day, the atmosphere between Waylen and

newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had

on her early morning routine of preparing breakfast

a cheerful mood, clung

voice carried a hint of nonchalance as he told his

assertion, but his

her child excessively, the child may become dependent in the

seeing him as a man prone to explaining and dictating. After all, age had

sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness

and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable to

instant, Alexis abandoned

lap, yearning to be

adhering to his own set of principles

dearly, but he believed

down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her, but Waylen

contain herself, Rena

a sip of his black coffee, his tone