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.

Waylen ran his hand through her curly brown

against his

her cheek and asked, “Do

continued to

forcing her and instead

children, 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

happiness couldn’t be bought with

went out of her way to cook things the little girl liked. She then

telling her that

in his arms from

Rena answered the

hanging up, she

depth of

arrived, Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching her

and Rena and Waylen

and Waylen sat in the car once more, a somber ambiance hung in the air, a touch of heaviness clouding

him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this

her body weighed down by a mixture

she had witnessed Alexis in such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a

unspoken remorse flooding her

out the cigarette and

tears, but more came rushing

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

Rena sought to collect herself,

need for

an eternity, Rena

hand, his voice tender and

it’s not your

Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen

and steady,

to

by his unexpected request, Rena’s hands trembled, causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed

villa

refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and

quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant

door to Alexis’ room

wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear tightly, her voice lost in the

low within the cramped space. In his hands, he

direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the

scene struck Rena

immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis over the

of his love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her

she would

voice soft as a

her, his eyes revealing a mixture of relief and

a word, he handed the well-worn fairy tale book to Rena and quietly stepped out of the wardrobe, allowing Rena to take his place

Alexis, her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned

love and concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother brought solace to Alexis’ troubled

smoke curling around him in wisps.

had reminded him of just how much he needed her by

Rena had been his emotional anchor throughout

shared responsibility, his love for them both

the evening, Alexis finally stepped out of the wardrobe, her appetite

her late dinner, savoring each bite

sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the night, Alexis drifted off to sleep with

lamp, Leaving

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

Rena called out softly,

he stood up and approached her, closing the door

intent to have a serious conversation lingering in

pulled her into his embrace, pressing her

back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and said with gentleness, “We need to

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his face

bodies melded together, an intimate connection reigniting

moist warmth that initially unsettled her, yet she

moment, she realized that Waylen was

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in the dimly

that enveloped them felt ethereal, their

couldn’t resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss

mingled, growing ragged

against the door, confusion etched across her face. She had intended to discuss about

the taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a delicate

were

her, to remind her of the depth of

his

to kiss her without

continued to kiss her, savoring the intimate

irrelevant as he fervently sought

he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll fetch your some

her legs

her waist, she might

gently stroked her waist, whispering, “If you desire more,

declined his offer, her voice soft as a

with Lexi. You can get me

“Take a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I need

his instructions, Rena retrieved her clothes and headed

entire night by Alexis’

day, the atmosphere between

with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had

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

in a cheerful mood, clung to

nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You

yearned to say something, to challenge his assertion, but

mother spoils her child excessively, the child

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

sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and

on Rena’s legs and

Alexis abandoned her

then climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be held

a fleeting glance, adhering to his

but he believed in instilling

resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her, but Waylen

herself, Rena said, “She’s

his black coffee, his tone