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.

opened his eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her

her face against his chest,

cheek and asked, “Do you miss

to remain

and instead held her

to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he felt a deep sense of remorse for her struggles, willing

happiness couldn’t be

Alexis, Rena went out of her way to cook things the little girl liked. She

glanced at Rena, silently telling her

cradled Alexis in his arms from 7 a.m,

and Rena answered the phone for him, rescheduling the

she gazed at

of understanding

Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching her beloved

Rena and Waylen accompanied

Waylen sat in the car once more, a somber ambiance hung in the air, a

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

back in her seat, her body weighed

she had witnessed Alexis in such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a completely different child that morning, and it broke

up, unspoken

and handed

but more came rushing down her

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

to collect herself, to find a

perceptive, respected her need for

like an eternity, Rena managed

clasped her hand, his

it’s not your

Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen

steady, pierced through

to the

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

within the villa was heavy

sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed back from

steps quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant

Alexis’ room open, her

the depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her

In his hands, he held a worn fairy tale book, reading the familiar stories

Rena’s entrance, Waylen’s gaze briefly flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he had read countless times

struck Rena

fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis

mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter

she would be too

steps, Rena removed her shoes, her voice soft as a whisper.

her, his eyes revealing a mixture

he handed the well-worn fairy tale book to Rena and quietly stepped out of the wardrobe, allowing

leaned in to

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

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 realized that he didn’t need to face these

how much he

Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been

shared responsibility, his love for them both ran deep,

clock struck nine in the evening, Alexis finally

her late dinner, savoring each bite with a

sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena

dimmed the 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 cigarette

softly, her voice

the door

intent to have a serious

Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing

back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and said with

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his face in

still as their bodies melded

initially unsettled her, yet she refrained from

that moment, she realized that Waylen was not

she had carried the weight of her own emotional battles, he, too,

or the responsibility they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in

the atmosphere that enveloped them felt ethereal, their

the overwhelming emotions, he couldn’t resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that transported them back to the days of

mingled, growing ragged with each

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

found hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he

intentions were

her, to remind her of the depth

within his

urge to kiss her without any

to kiss her, savoring the intimate connection

as he fervently sought to please her in

take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll fetch your some

door, her legs weakened by the intensity of

supporting her waist, she might

desire more, we can

declined his offer, her

Lexi.

shower in my room.

and headed to the guest room for

night by Alexis’ side,

between

affection, as if a shift had occurred

to disregard it, focusing on her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis

a cheerful mood, clung to Rena, seeking her

nonchalance as he

to say something, to challenge his assertion, but

spoils her child excessively, the

man prone to explaining and dictating. After all, age had a way of imparting such

Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and care she

twinge of unease, relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable to resist, began feeding her mashed

an instant, Alexis abandoned

onto Rena’s lap,

observed Alexis’ actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of principles

her dearly, but he believed in

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

herself, Rena said, “She’s still

took a sip of his black coffee,