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 hand through

face against his

her cheek and asked, “Do you miss

to remain

and instead

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 remorse for her struggles, willing to do everything in

couldn’t be bought with

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

silently telling

Alexis in his arms from 7 a.m, to nearly 9

answered the phone

hanging up, she gazed

a depth of understanding

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

to go to school, and Rena

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

curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this before. This isn’t the most severe

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

welled up, unspoken remorse flooding

cigarette and handed

tears, but more came rushing

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

sought to collect herself, to find a glimmer of

ever perceptive, respected her need for space and time

Rena managed to regain a

hand, his voice tender

not

Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen on the

voice, calm and steady, pierced

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,

atmosphere within the villa

refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had

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

door to Alexis’ room open, her eyes widening at the sight

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

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

her direction, his focus soon returning to

poignant scene struck Rena

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

would be too

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

eyes revealing a mixture of relief

quietly stepped out of the wardrobe, allowing

as she leaned in to kiss her daughter before beginning to read

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

leaning against the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a

just how much he needed her by his

was then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his emotional

shared responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending

evening, Alexis finally stepped out of the

her late dinner, savoring each

Alexis with extra 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

the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis

found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room,

Rena called out softly,

approached her, closing the door

a serious conversation lingering in her

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

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his

their bodies melded together, an intimate connection reigniting

warmth that initially unsettled her, yet she refrained from pushing

that moment, she realized that Waylen was not

emotional battles, he, too, had endured

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers in the dimly lit

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

his lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that

ragged with each

across her face. She

hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering

intentions were far

sought to please and comfort her, to remind her of the depth of his

heart raced within his chest, rediscovering

kiss her without any

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

irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her in

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

her legs weakened by the intensity of the

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

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

Rena declined his offer, her voice

sleep with Lexi. You can get me

in my room. Your clothes are in the

his instructions, Rena retrieved her clothes and headed to the guest room for

entire night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort

day, the atmosphere between Waylen

treated her with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift

focusing on her early morning

clung to

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

his assertion, but his gaze

excessively, the child

moment, Rena likened Waylen to Korbyn, seeing him as a man prone to explaining

sole focus was showering Alexis with all

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

Alexis abandoned her

onto Rena’s lap, yearning

Alexis’ actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of principles in

dearly, but he believed in instilling

Rena’s lap and resuming her meal

to contain herself, Rena said, “She’s still

of his