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.

ran his

face against his chest,

and

to remain

forcing her and instead

want to speak. As a father, he

couldn’t be bought with

cook things the little girl liked. She then

silently telling her that he

arms from 7 a.m,

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

up, she gazed at

of understanding that

arrived, Alexis emerged from under the quilt,

to go to school, and Rena and Waylen accompanied

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

cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this before. This

her seat, her body weighed down by a

vibrant and full of life, seemed like

tears welled up, unspoken remorse

and handed her a tissue.

wiped away her tears, but more came

in her own world with only Waylen by her side.

eyes squeezed shut, Rena sought to collect herself, to

ever perceptive, respected her need for space and time to process her

eternity, Rena

her hand, his voice tender

not your

and it was Waylen on the other end

and steady,

come to

causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand.

the villa

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, their silent company

careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her the

to Alexis’ room open, her

her teddy bear tightly, her voice lost in the depths of

low within the cramped space. In his hands,

to the pages of the book, resuming the tales

scene struck Rena to

sacrifices Waylen had made for

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

would be

as a whisper. “The wardrobe is quite small. Let

eyes revealing a

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

her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in to kiss

her love and concern evident in

against the 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

reminded him of just how much he needed

fully comprehended that Rena had been his emotional

their shared responsibility, his love for them both

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

dinner, savoring

hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the

lamp, Leaving Alexis

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

out softly, her voice

closing the door behind

to have a serious conversation lingering in her

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

but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and said

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

lowered his head, burying his face in Rena’s

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

unsettled her, yet she refrained from pushing

realized that Waylen

her own emotional battles, he, too, had endured

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.

hers

features were obscured, the atmosphere that

a soft and tender kiss

growing ragged with each passing

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

found hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering

were

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

his chest, rediscovering

to kiss her without

kiss her, savoring

irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her in every

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

body still leaned against the door, her

hand supporting her waist, she

desire more, we

her

with Lexi. You

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

night by

between

her with newfound tenderness and affection, as if

on her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis and

in a cheerful mood, clung to

he told his daughter,

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

mother spoils her child excessively, the child

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

be intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all

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

instant, Alexis abandoned

then climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning

actions with a fleeting glance, adhering

he believed in

sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming

herself, Rena said, “She’s

took a sip of his black coffee, his