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 his hand through

face against his

and asked, “Do

continued to

refrained from forcing her and instead held her in his

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

couldn’t be

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

telling her that

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

answered the phone for

up, she gazed at

of understanding that words couldn’t

emerged from under the quilt, clutching her beloved

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

more, a somber ambiance hung in the air, a touch

a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he

body weighed down

such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a

up, unspoken remorse flooding

put out the cigarette and handed her a

her tears, but more came rushing

with only Waylen by her side. Rena had

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

need for space and time to process her

Rena managed to regain a sense

clasped her hand, his voice tender

not

was Waylen on the other end of the

voice, calm and steady, pierced

to

her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed a taxi, her heart racing as she headed

the villa was heavy with unspoken

world upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of

stairs, her steps quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant showed

the door to Alexis’ room

of her pink wardrobe, clutched her

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

Waylen’s gaze briefly flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he had read

poignant scene struck

immense sacrifices Waylen had

of past 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

would be too

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

his eyes revealing

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

leaned in to kiss her daughter before beginning to read

love and concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her

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

just how much he needed

that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his emotional anchor throughout the

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

nine in the evening, Alexis finally stepped

dinner, savoring

bathing her, drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena

dimmed the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis

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

called out softly, her voice

he stood up and approached her, closing the door behind him with a deliberate motion.

nodded, her intent to have a serious conversation

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

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

he lowered his head, burying his face in

their bodies melded together, an intimate connection

moist warmth that initially unsettled her,

she realized that

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in the

features were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them felt

lowering his lips to hers, initiating a

ragged

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

taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with

were far from

comfort her, to remind her of the depth of

within his chest, rediscovering

urge to kiss her without

kiss her, savoring the intimate connection they

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to please

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

against the door, her legs weakened by the

hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled to

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

his offer, her voice

with Lexi. You

lights, his other hand tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I

her clothes and headed to the guest

spent the entire night by Alexis’ side, providing

atmosphere between Waylen and Rena had

and affection, as if a

on her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis and waking her

cheerful mood, clung to

of nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You can handle these

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

a mother spoils her child excessively, the

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

intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with

Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable

Alexis

Rena’s lap, yearning

actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to

loved her dearly, but he believed in

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

Rena said,

his black