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.

eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her curly brown

her face against

cheek and asked,

to remain

refrained from forcing her and instead

exhibited signs of autism, and Waylen knew better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As

happiness couldn’t be

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

Rena, silently telling

his arms from 7 a.m, to nearly

hours, Jazlyn called Waylen, and Rena answered the

she gazed

of understanding that

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

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

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

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

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

witnessed Alexis in such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a completely different child that morning, and it broke Rena’s

unspoken

and handed her a

but more came rushing down her

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

squeezed shut, Rena sought to collect

for space and time to

Rena

clasped her hand, his voice tender and

it’s not

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

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

the villa was heavy with unspoken

Alexis had retreated into her own world upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of

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

the door to Alexis’ room open, her

clutched her teddy bear tightly, her voice lost

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

returning to

scene struck Rena

immense sacrifices Waylen

of past 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

she would be too

soft as a whisper.

his eyes revealing a mixture

tale book to Rena and quietly stepped

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

evident in every inflection.

the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking

of just how much

Rena had been his

was their shared responsibility, his love for them both

Alexis finally stepped out

devoured her late dinner, savoring each bite with

showered Alexis with extra love and attention, personally bathing her, drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that

lamp,

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

softly,

and approached her, closing the door behind him with a deliberate motion. “Is

her intent to have a serious

Waylen pulled her into

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his face in

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

a moist warmth that initially unsettled

that moment, she realized that

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

his gaze met hers in the dimly lit

were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped

his lips to hers, initiating a soft and

mingled, growing ragged with

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

tobacco lingering as he kissed her with

were far from

to please and comfort her, to remind

within his chest,

had that urge to kiss her without any

to kiss her, savoring the intimate

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her in every

a shower and get ready

leaned against the door, her legs weakened

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

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

her voice soft

with Lexi.

in my room.

clothes and headed to the guest room for a

entire night by Alexis’ side,

between Waylen

newfound tenderness and affection,

to disregard it, focusing on her early morning routine of

a cheerful mood, clung to

he told his daughter, “You can handle these things

challenge his assertion, but his gaze

excessively, the child

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

intimidated. Her sole focus was showering

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

instant, Alexis abandoned

lap,

actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of

but he believed in instilling independence in

sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal

herself, Rena

of his black coffee, his tone