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.

he opened his eyes, Waylen ran

her face against his chest,

pinched her cheek and asked,

continued to remain

her and instead

children, 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

sometimes, happiness couldn’t be

things the little girl liked. She then found Alexis

at Rena, silently telling her that

from

called Waylen, and Rena answered the phone for him,

hanging up, she

of understanding

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

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

the car once more, a somber ambiance hung in the air,

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

sank back in her seat, her body weighed

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

welled up, unspoken remorse flooding her

out the cigarette and handed her a tissue.

her tears, but more came rushing down her

her, Alexis had endured countless moments of isolation in her own world with only Waylen

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

her need for space and time

like an eternity, Rena

her hand, his voice

not

Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen

voice, calm and steady,

to

his unexpected request, Rena’s hands trembled, causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten,

the villa was heavy

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 work to be with her,

steps quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant

the door to Alexis’ room open, her eyes

hidden within the depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy

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

focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he had read

scene struck Rena to her

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

removed her shoes, her voice soft as a whisper.

at her, his eyes revealing a

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

quivering with emotion as she leaned in to

her love and concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother brought solace to

the smoke curling around him in

of just how much he

comprehended that Rena had been

for them both ran deep, transcending the boundaries of time

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

late dinner, savoring each bite

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

the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

slipped 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 usual cigarette

softly, her

stood up and approached her, closing the door behind him with a

a

pulled her into his embrace, pressing her

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

he lowered his head, burying his face in

stand still as their bodies melded together, an intimate

unsettled her, yet she refrained from pushing

she realized that Waylen was

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

understanding or the responsibility they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in

obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them felt ethereal, their

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

growing ragged with each

across her face. She had intended to discuss about Alexis, yet Waylen’s kisses stole away

taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a

were far

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

heart raced within his chest,

had that urge to kiss her

he continued to kiss her,

irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her in

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

still leaned against the door, her legs weakened by the

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

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

his offer, her voice soft as a

sleep with Lexi. You

in my room. Your clothes are in the

and headed to

entire night by

the atmosphere between Waylen

affection, as if a

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

clung to Rena, seeking

nonchalance as he told his daughter,

yearned to say something, to challenge his assertion, but his gaze met hers,

her child excessively, the child

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

Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all

legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable

instant, Alexis

then climbed onto Rena’s lap,

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

he believed in instilling independence in

grew increasingly apprehensive, slowly sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her

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

of his black coffee, his tone