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.

he opened his eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her

against his

pinched her cheek and asked,

to

forcing her 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

couldn’t be bought

her way to cook things the little

silently telling

his arms from 7 a.m, to

called Waylen, and Rena answered the phone

she

of understanding that words couldn’t

emerged from under

to school, and Rena and

more, a somber ambiance hung in the air, a touch of heaviness clouding their

he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this before. This isn’t the most

her seat, her body weighed down by a mixture of fatigue

typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a completely different child that morning,

up, unspoken remorse flooding her

the cigarette and handed her a

away her tears, but

her, Alexis had endured countless moments of isolation in her own world with only Waylen by her side. Rena had been oblivious, lost in

shut, Rena sought to collect

her need for space and time

eternity, Rena managed to regain a

clasped her hand, his voice tender and

it’s not

that afternoon, Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was

and steady, pierced

come to

coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily

atmosphere within the villa was heavy

upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed back

ascended the stairs, her steps quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her the way. “Mr. Fowler and

Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room open, her eyes

her teddy bear tightly, her voice lost in

her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands, he held a

soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales

struck Rena to

that moment, she fully comprehended the immense sacrifices

magnitude of his love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer silently. She

would be too

voice soft as

his eyes revealing a mixture

and quietly stepped

settled herself beside Alexis, her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in to kiss

love and concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother brought solace

lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized that he didn’t need to face these

arrival had reminded him of just how much he needed

Rena had been his emotional anchor throughout

Alexis was their shared responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending the boundaries

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

late dinner, savoring each bite with

a bedtime story. Aware that Rena

bedside lamp,

her footsteps carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude

Rena called out softly, her

her, closing the door behind him with a deliberate motion.

nodded, her intent to have a serious

her into his embrace, pressing

but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his

bodies melded together, an intimate connection reigniting

moist warmth that initially unsettled her, yet she

that moment, she realized

weight of her own emotional battles, he, too, had endured his share of tribulations

shared understanding or the responsibility they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of his neck, her touch

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in the dimly lit

that enveloped them felt

to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that transported them back

ragged with each passing

across her face. She had intended to discuss about Alexis, yet Waylen’s kisses stole away

lingering

were far

sought to please and comfort her, to remind

raced within his chest, rediscovering that

kiss her

continued to kiss her, savoring

fervently sought to

late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll fetch your some clothes to

still leaned against the door, her legs weakened by the

it not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist,

stroked her waist, whispering, “If you desire more, we can go to

offer, her

with Lexi. You can

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

and headed to the

by Alexis’

between Waylen and Rena had

with newfound tenderness and affection, as if

focusing on her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis and waking her

mood, clung to Rena,

of nonchalance as he told

challenge his assertion, but his gaze

her child excessively, the child may become

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

to be intimidated. Her sole focus was

her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to

an instant, Alexis abandoned

onto Rena’s lap,

observed Alexis’ actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to his

he

lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her, but Waylen remained

herself, Rena said, “She’s

a sip of his