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

nestled her face against his chest, remaining

cheek and asked, “Do you miss

to

refrained from forcing her and instead held

exhibited signs of autism, and Waylen knew better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As

happiness couldn’t be

cook things the little girl

telling her that he got

arms from 7 a.m,

those two hours, Jazlyn called Waylen, and Rena answered the phone for him, rescheduling the meeting for

hanging up, she gazed

of understanding that

from under the quilt, clutching her beloved

her desire to go to school, and Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering her with kisses and

in the car once more, a somber ambiance hung in the air, a touch of

the smoke curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this

her body weighed down by a mixture of

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

unspoken

out the cigarette and handed her a tissue.

but more came rushing down

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

shut, Rena sought to collect herself, to find

perceptive, respected her need for space and time to process her

like an eternity, Rena managed to

hand, his voice tender

not your

was

voice, calm and steady, pierced through Rena’s

to

back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed a taxi, her heart racing

the villa was heavy with unspoken

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

servant showed her

room open, her eyes widening at the

her teddy bear tightly, her voice lost in

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

his focus soon returning to the

poignant scene struck Rena to her

immense sacrifices Waylen had made

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

would be

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

eyes revealing a

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

voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in to kiss her daughter before beginning to read

concern evident in every inflection.

the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized that he didn’t

just how much he needed

Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his emotional anchor throughout the

them

evening, Alexis finally stepped out

her late dinner, savoring

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

lamp,

found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room, his usual cigarette absent

softly, her voice breaking

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

her intent to have a serious conversation lingering

pulled her into his embrace, pressing

strength caused a slight discomfort in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

head, burying his face in Rena’s

still as their bodies melded together, an intimate connection reigniting

neck felt a moist warmth that initially unsettled

realized that Waylen was not

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers

obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them felt

his lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that transported them back to the days of

growing ragged with each

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

of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a delicate and

intentions were far

her, to

raced within his chest, rediscovering that

kiss her without

while, he continued to kiss

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her in

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

against the door, her legs weakened by

for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled

waist, whispering, “If you desire

Rena declined his offer, her voice soft as

sleep with Lexi. You can

grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room. Your

instructions, Rena retrieved her clothes and headed

by Alexis’ side, providing

the atmosphere between

her with newfound tenderness and affection,

her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis and waking

mood, clung

of nonchalance as he told his daughter,

to say something, to challenge his assertion, but

mother spoils her child excessively, the child may become dependent in the

as a man prone to explaining and dictating.

refused to be intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and care

a twinge of unease, relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat

Alexis

then climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning

actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to

loved her dearly, but he believed in instilling independence

resuming her meal independently. Food

contain herself, Rena said,

a sip of his black coffee, his