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.

his eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her curly brown

face against his

her cheek and asked,

continued to

forcing her and instead held her

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 of remorse for her struggles, willing to

sometimes, happiness couldn’t be

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

Rena, silently telling her

arms from

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

hanging up, she gazed

shared a depth of understanding

arrived, Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching her beloved teddy

school, and Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering her

somber ambiance

solace, reached for a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this before.

her body weighed down

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

tears welled up, unspoken

and handed her a tissue.

wiped away her tears, but more came

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

shut, Rena sought to collect

for space and time

an eternity, Rena managed to regain a

gently clasped her hand, his voice tender

it’s not

it was Waylen on the other end of

steady, pierced through Rena’s

come to the

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

the villa was heavy

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

soft-spoken servant showed her the way. “Mr. Fowler and

bated breath, Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room open, her

of her pink wardrobe, clutched her

beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands, he held a worn fairy tale book, reading the familiar stories to Alexis with unwavering

in her direction, his focus soon returning to the

struck Rena to her

sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis

of his love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t

would be too

gentle steps, Rena removed her shoes, her voice soft as a whisper. “The wardrobe is quite small. Let

glanced at her, his eyes revealing

quietly

as she leaned in to kiss her daughter before beginning to read

her love and concern evident in every inflection.

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 challenges alone

of just how much he needed her by his

that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his

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

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

savoring each bite with a

drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the

lamp, Leaving

out of the room, her footsteps carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the

called out softly,

approached her, closing the door behind him with

her intent to have a serious conversation lingering

her into his embrace, pressing

discomfort in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled state, she

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

lowered his head, burying his face in

seemed to stand still as their bodies melded together, an intimate connection

unsettled her, yet she refrained from pushing him

realized that Waylen was

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

his gaze met hers

that enveloped

lips to hers, initiating a soft

breaths mingled, growing ragged with each passing

against the door, confusion etched across her face. She had

tobacco lingering as he kissed her with

were far from

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

within his

had that urge to kiss her without

he continued to kiss her, savoring the intimate connection they

sought

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

the door, her legs weakened by the

it not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she

desire more,

offer, her voice

Lexi. You can get me

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

her clothes and headed to the guest room for

by Alexis’ side,

the atmosphere between Waylen and

with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had occurred

attempted to disregard it, focusing on her early morning routine of preparing

cheerful mood, clung to Rena, seeking her mother’s

nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You can

assertion, but his gaze met hers, and he

a mother spoils her child excessively, the child may become

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

intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness

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

an instant, Alexis abandoned her

onto Rena’s lap, yearning to

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

dearly, but he

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

herself, Rena said, “She’s

sip of his black