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 curly brown

her face against

and

continued to

and instead held

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

couldn’t be bought with

her way to cook things the little girl liked.

silently telling her

his arms from 7 a.m, to nearly

Rena answered the phone for him,

she gazed at

of understanding

from under the quilt, clutching her

desire to go to school, and Rena and

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

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

sank back in her seat, her body weighed down

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

tears welled up, unspoken remorse flooding

and handed

wiped away her tears, but more

of isolation in her own world with only Waylen

to collect herself, to find a glimmer

need for space and time

Rena managed

hand, his

not

buzzed, and it was Waylen on the other end of the

calm and steady, pierced through

come to the

to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed

within the villa

returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge

the stairs, her steps quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her the

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

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

in a formal suit, sat beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands,

direction, his focus soon returning to

scene struck Rena to her

that moment, she fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis over the

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

she would

with gentle steps, Rena removed her shoes, her voice soft as

his eyes revealing a mixture

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

beside Alexis, her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in to kiss her daughter before

concern evident in every inflection. The

corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a

had reminded him of just how much

then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his

responsibility, his love for them both ran deep,

in the evening, Alexis finally stepped out

late dinner, savoring each bite with

showered Alexis with extra love and attention, personally bathing her, drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the

dimmed the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

Waylen. She found him in his study,

out softly, her voice breaking

door behind

to have a serious conversation

a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing

sensing his troubled state,

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

burying his face

their bodies melded together, an intimate connection reigniting

unsettled her, yet

realized that Waylen was not

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

softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers in the dimly

that enveloped them

a soft and

growing ragged with

door, confusion etched across her face. She had intended to

once more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he

intentions were far

to please and comfort her, to remind her of the depth of

within his

had that urge to kiss her without any sexual

kiss her, savoring the intimate connection

irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her

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

her legs weakened by the intensity

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

whispering, “If you desire

offer, her voice soft as

Lexi.

shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I need to attend to

her clothes and headed to the guest

night by Alexis’ side,

the atmosphere between Waylen

her with newfound tenderness and affection,

it, focusing on her early morning

clung to Rena, seeking

hint of nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You can handle

challenge his assertion, but

a mother spoils her child excessively, the child

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

was showering Alexis with all

relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable to resist,

an instant, Alexis

climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning to

Alexis’ actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to his

her dearly, but he believed in instilling independence

increasingly apprehensive, slowly sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her,

to contain herself, Rena said,

took a sip of his