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 his hand

her face against his

and asked, “Do

to

and instead

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

happiness couldn’t

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

telling her

in his arms from 7

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

hanging up, she gazed

depth of understanding that

Alexis emerged from

to go to school, and Rena and

a somber ambiance hung in the air,

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

her body weighed down by a

Alexis in such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed

unspoken remorse flooding her

and handed her a tissue.

wiped away her tears, but more came rushing

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

sought to collect herself, to find a glimmer

need for space

like an eternity, Rena managed

gently clasped her hand, his voice

it’s not your

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

and steady, pierced through

to the

of her hand.

the villa was heavy with unspoken

the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed back from work to be with her, their silent company

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

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

depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear

cramped space. In his hands, he held a worn fairy tale book, reading the familiar stories to

her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages

poignant scene struck Rena to

immense sacrifices Waylen had made

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

would be too

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

revealing a mixture of relief

book to Rena and quietly stepped out of

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

concern evident in every inflection. The

the smoke curling around him in wisps.

reminded him of just how much he needed her by his

comprehended that Rena had been

love for them both ran deep, transcending the

the clock struck nine in the evening, Alexis finally stepped out of the wardrobe, her

late dinner, savoring

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

bedside lamp,

in his

softly, her voice

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

nodded, her intent to have a serious conversation lingering

pulled her into his embrace,

caused a slight discomfort in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his

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

moist warmth that initially unsettled

that moment, she realized that Waylen

own emotional battles, he, too, had

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers

the atmosphere that

resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender

mingled, growing ragged with each

She had intended to discuss about Alexis, yet

hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering

intentions were far from

comfort her, to remind her of

his chest, rediscovering

urge to kiss her without any sexual

while, he continued to kiss her,

sought to please her in

voice, he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and

against the door, her legs weakened

hand supporting her waist, she might

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

offer, her

Lexi. You can get

arm. “Take a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I need to attend to something

Rena retrieved her clothes and

by Alexis’ side,

day, the atmosphere between Waylen and Rena had

affection, as if a

early morning routine of preparing

mood, clung to Rena,

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

his assertion, but his gaze

the child may

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

Her sole focus was showering

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

an instant, Alexis abandoned

climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be held and

adhering to his own set

her dearly, but he believed

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

contain herself, Rena

a sip of his