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

nestled her face against his chest, remaining

cheek and asked, “Do

continued to

refrained from forcing her and instead

when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he felt

sometimes, happiness couldn’t be bought

way to cook things the

Rena, silently telling her

from 7

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

up, she gazed at

depth of understanding that

9 a.m. finally arrived, Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching her beloved teddy

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

more, a somber ambiance hung in the air, a

the smoke curling around him as he whispered,

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

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

welled up, unspoken remorse

the cigarette and handed her a tissue. “Don’t

away her tears, but more came rushing down her

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

squeezed shut, Rena sought to collect herself, to find a glimmer

ever perceptive, respected her need for space and

an eternity, Rena managed to

clasped her hand,

it’s not

was Waylen on

and steady, pierced through

come to

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,

within the villa was heavy with

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

the stairs, her steps quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her the way. “Mr. Fowler

Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room

pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear tightly, her

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

Rena’s entrance, Waylen’s gaze briefly flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of

scene struck Rena

comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had

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

she would be

as a whisper. “The

glanced at her, his eyes revealing a

quietly stepped out of the

leaned in to kiss her daughter before beginning to

carried a heartfelt weight, her love and concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother

curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized that he didn’t

how much he needed her by his

comprehended that Rena had been his emotional anchor throughout the

Alexis was their shared responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending

Alexis finally stepped out

her late dinner, savoring each bite with

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

bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to

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

out softly,

and approached her, closing the door

her intent to have a serious

word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing her gently against the

discomfort in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

burying his face

still as their bodies melded

initially unsettled her, yet she

realized that Waylen was

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in

their features were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them felt ethereal,

resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a soft

mingled, growing ragged

door, confusion etched across her face. She had intended to discuss about Alexis,

of tobacco lingering as

were far from

to remind her of the depth of

within his chest, rediscovering

urge to kiss

while, he continued to kiss her,

as he fervently sought to please her in

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

door, her legs weakened by

not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she

“If you desire more, we can

Rena declined his offer, her voice soft as

Lexi.

his other hand tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I need to attend to

Rena retrieved her clothes and headed

by Alexis’ side, providing comfort and

atmosphere between

tenderness and affection, as if a shift

focusing on her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis

a cheerful mood, clung to Rena,

hint of nonchalance as he told

assertion, but his gaze met hers,

the child

Waylen to Korbyn, seeing him as a man prone to explaining and dictating. After all, age had a way of imparting

was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and care she

relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable to resist, began feeding her mashed

Alexis abandoned

onto Rena’s lap, yearning to

fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of

loved her dearly, but he believed in instilling independence

from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around

herself, Rena said,

took a sip of his black