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.

opened his eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her curly

against his

cheek and asked, “Do

to remain

forcing her and

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 remorse for her struggles, willing to do

couldn’t be bought with

out of her way to cook things the

telling

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

Rena answered

she gazed

of understanding

Alexis emerged from

desire to go to school, and Rena and

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

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

in her seat, her body weighed down by

witnessed Alexis in such a vulnerable state. 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 her

wiped away her tears, but more came rushing down her

her own world with only Waylen by her

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

respected her need for space and

what seemed like an eternity, Rena managed to regain a

gently clasped her hand,

not

was Waylen on the other

and steady,

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

villa

the kindergarten. She had sought 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 Miss

bated breath, Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room

of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear

beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands, he held

in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the

struck Rena

the immense sacrifices Waylen had

love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer silently. She couldn’t ignore

she would

soft as a whisper. “The wardrobe is

revealing a

book to Rena and quietly stepped out of the wardrobe, allowing Rena to take

quivering with emotion as she leaned in to kiss her daughter before beginning

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

corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized that he didn’t need to face these challenges alone

just how much he

fully comprehended that Rena had been his

love for them both ran deep, transcending

evening, Alexis finally stepped out of the wardrobe,

devoured her late dinner, savoring

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

dimmed the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

him in his study, sitting in quiet

softly, her

closing the door

have a serious conversation lingering

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

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

lowered his head, burying his face

stand still as their bodies melded

that initially unsettled her,

that moment, she realized

carried the weight of her own emotional battles, he, too,

as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently

Waylen’s body tensed.

gaze met hers in the dimly

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

to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that transported them back to the

breaths mingled, growing ragged

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

the taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a

intentions were far

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

heart raced within his

kiss her without

he continued to kiss her, savoring the intimate connection they

sought to please her in

voice, he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll fetch your some

her legs weakened by the intensity of

Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might

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

offer, her voice soft

sleep with Lexi.

a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet.

clothes and headed

spent the entire night by

between Waylen and Rena had

newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had occurred

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

clung

as he told his daughter, “You can

say something, to challenge his assertion, but his gaze met hers, and he offered a faint

a mother spoils her child excessively, the child

man prone to explaining and dictating. After all, age had a way of

sole focus was showering Alexis

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

Alexis

onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be

fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of principles in

dearly, but he

and resuming her

Rena said, “She’s still

sip of his black coffee, his