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.

ran his hand through her curly brown

her face against his

cheek and

continued to remain

her and instead

autism, and Waylen knew better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he

couldn’t be bought

went out of her way to cook things the

silently telling her that

cradled Alexis in his arms from 7

and Rena answered the phone for him, rescheduling the meeting for

up, she gazed

depth of understanding

emerged from

and Rena and

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

for a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments

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

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

welled up, unspoken remorse flooding

put out the cigarette and handed her

but

with only Waylen by her side. Rena had

collect

perceptive, respected her need for space and time to process

what seemed like an eternity, Rena managed to regain

her hand, his voice tender and

not your

phone buzzed, and it was Waylen on the

steady,

come to

hands trembled, causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten,

within the villa was heavy with

servants moved with utmost caution, aware that Alexis had retreated into her own world upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed back from

servant showed her the way.

room open, her eyes widening at the

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

low within the cramped space. In his

soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming

poignant scene struck Rena

fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis

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

would be

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

revealing a

to Rena and quietly stepped out

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

in every inflection. The presence of her

the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking

arrival had reminded him of just how much he needed

that Rena

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

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

dinner, savoring each bite

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 sleep with a smile adorning

the bedside lamp,

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

out softly, her voice breaking

up and approached her, closing the door

nodded, her intent to have a

could utter a word, Waylen pulled her into

sensing his troubled

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his

still as their bodies melded together, an

moist warmth that initially unsettled her, yet

that moment, she realized that

her own emotional battles, he,

was this shared understanding or the responsibility they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of his

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers in

were obscured, the atmosphere that

a soft and tender kiss that transported them back to the days of

breaths mingled, growing ragged

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

taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a delicate and deliberate

were far from

comfort her, to

within his

urge to kiss her without any

he continued to kiss

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to please

shower and get ready for

leaned against the door, her legs weakened by the

her waist, she might have crumpled to

you desire more, we

declined his offer, her voice

sleep with Lexi. You

a shower in my room.

clothes and

night by

following day, the atmosphere between Waylen

her with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a

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

mood, clung to

he told his daughter, “You can

his assertion, but his gaze

spoils her child excessively, the child may

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

intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis

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

instant, Alexis abandoned her

then climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning

observed Alexis’ actions with a fleeting glance, adhering

he believed in instilling independence in

lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around

Rena

took a sip of his black coffee, his