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

her face against his

cheek and

continued to remain

forcing her and instead held her in

other 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

happiness couldn’t

of her way to cook things the little girl liked. She then found Alexis hiding under the

silently telling

in his arms from 7

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

she gazed

a depth of understanding that words

from under the

to school, and Rena and Waylen accompanied

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

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

in her seat, her body weighed down by a mixture of

typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a completely different child that morning, and it broke

unspoken remorse flooding

the cigarette and handed her a

tears, but

isolation in her own world with only

to collect herself, to find a glimmer of

perceptive, respected her need for space and time

Rena

her hand, his voice tender and

not

Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen on

voice, calm and steady,

come to the

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 a taxi, her heart racing as

atmosphere within the villa was

the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of

but careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her the way. “Mr. Fowler and Miss Lexi are

Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room

within the depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear tightly, her voice

beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands,

gaze briefly flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he

struck Rena

the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis

of past conflicts could diminish the magnitude of his love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t

would be

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

her, his eyes revealing a mixture of relief

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

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

concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother

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 needed her by

then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his

responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending the boundaries of time and

clock struck nine in the evening, Alexis finally stepped

late dinner, savoring each bite with

love and attention, personally bathing her, drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the night, Alexis drifted off to

dimmed the bedside lamp,

carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room, his usual

Rena called out softly, her voice breaking the

up and approached her, closing the door behind him with a

nodded, her intent to have a serious conversation

utter a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing her gently

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

head, burying his face in

stand still as their bodies melded together, an intimate connection

warmth that initially unsettled her, yet she

that moment, she realized that

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

softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of his neck, her touch offering

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers

the atmosphere that enveloped them felt ethereal,

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

mingled, growing ragged with each

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

hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering

intentions were far

he sought to please and comfort her, to remind her of the

raced within his chest, rediscovering that

urge to kiss her

long while, he continued to kiss her, savoring the intimate

irrelevant as he fervently sought to

hoarse voice, he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed.

door, her

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

gently stroked her waist, whispering, “If you desire more, we can go to the

Rena declined his offer, her voice soft as

Lexi.

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

and headed to

the entire night by Alexis’

day, the atmosphere between Waylen and Rena

tenderness and affection, as if a shift had

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

clung

hint of nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You

challenge his assertion, but his gaze met hers, and he

excessively, the child may become dependent in

to Korbyn, seeing him as a man prone to explaining and dictating.

was showering Alexis with all the tenderness

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

Alexis abandoned her

onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be held

Alexis’ actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to

he believed in instilling independence

Rena’s lap and resuming her meal

contain herself, Rena said,

sip of his