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

face against his

and asked, “Do

continued to

forcing her and instead held her in

autism, and Waylen knew better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he felt a

happiness couldn’t be bought with

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

Rena, silently telling her

his arms from 7 a.m, to nearly

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

hanging up, she

a depth of understanding

from under

Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering

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

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

in her seat, her body weighed down by a mixture of fatigue

Alexis 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

put out the cigarette and

her tears, but more came

only Waylen by her side. Rena had been

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

for space and

an eternity, Rena managed to regain

clasped her hand, his

not your

it was Waylen on

steady,

come to the

to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily

the villa

utmost caution, aware that Alexis had retreated into her own world upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines

careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her the way. “Mr. Fowler and Miss Lexi

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

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

cramped space. In his hands, he held a

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

struck Rena

sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis over

as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t

she would be too

soft as a whisper.

revealing

well-worn fairy tale book to Rena and quietly stepped out of the wardrobe, allowing Rena

herself beside Alexis, her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in

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

a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized

him of just how much

Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had

their shared responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending the boundaries of

struck nine in the evening, Alexis finally stepped out

dinner, savoring each bite with a newfound

even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena

dimmed the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to

the room, her footsteps carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude

called out softly, her

approached her, closing the door behind him with a deliberate

a serious conversation lingering in her

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

his troubled state, she suppressed

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

he lowered his head, burying his face in

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

felt a moist warmth that initially unsettled her, yet she refrained from pushing him

realized that Waylen

as she had carried the weight of her own emotional battles, he, too, had endured

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 touch offering

Waylen’s body tensed.

gaze met hers in

features were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them felt

a soft and tender kiss that transported them

ragged with each passing

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

found hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he

were

to please and comfort her, to remind her of

raced within his chest,

had that urge to kiss her without any sexual

while, he continued to kiss her, savoring the

irrelevant as he fervently sought to

shower and

her legs weakened by

not for Waylen’s hand supporting her

desire more,

offer, her voice

sleep with Lexi. You can get me

“Take a shower in my room.

instructions, Rena retrieved her clothes and headed to

spent the entire night by Alexis’

the atmosphere between Waylen and

treated her with newfound tenderness and affection, as

disregard it, focusing on her early morning

cheerful mood, clung

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

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

the child may

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

intimidated. Her sole focus was

grip on Rena’s legs and attempted

instant, Alexis abandoned her

Rena’s lap, yearning to be held

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

he believed in instilling independence

down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her, but Waylen remained

Rena said,

took a sip of his black