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.

Waylen ran his hand

nestled her face against his chest,

and

to remain

refrained from forcing her and instead held her in

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

happiness couldn’t

things the little

telling her

his arms from 7 a.m,

and Rena answered the phone

hanging up, she

of understanding that words couldn’t

finally arrived, Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching

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

a somber ambiance hung in the air, a touch of heaviness clouding

reached for a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he whispered, “She

back in her seat, her body weighed

vibrant and full of life, seemed like a completely different child that morning, and

up, unspoken remorse

the cigarette and handed her a

tears, but

her, Alexis had endured countless moments of isolation in her own world with only Waylen by her side. Rena

sought to collect herself,

for space and time to process

eternity, Rena managed

clasped her hand, his voice tender

it’s not your

afternoon, Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen on the

calm and steady, pierced

to the

coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed a taxi, her heart racing as

villa was heavy with unspoken

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, their silent company

steps quick but careful. A soft-spoken servant showed her the way. “Mr.

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

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

dressed impeccably 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 familiar

to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he had read countless

struck Rena

immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis

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

she would

as a whisper. “The wardrobe

eyes revealing a

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

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

evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother brought

the room, leaning against the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around

reminded him of just how

then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had

for them both ran deep, transcending

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

her late dinner, savoring

extra love and attention, personally bathing her, drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the night, Alexis drifted off to

lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room, his usual cigarette absent from his

called out softly, her

up and approached her, closing the door behind him with a deliberate motion. “Is she

to have a serious conversation lingering in her

word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing her

but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his face

bodies melded together, an intimate connection

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

that moment, she realized that

battles, he, too, had endured his share of tribulations during the past three

parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of his neck, her touch offering solace amidst

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers

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

resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a soft and

ragged with each

confusion etched across her face. She had intended to discuss about Alexis, yet Waylen’s

lips found hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a delicate and

intentions were far from

and comfort her, to remind her of the depth

raced within his chest, rediscovering that

to kiss her without any

continued to kiss her, savoring the

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her in every

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

door, her legs weakened by the intensity

hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled to

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

declined his offer, her voice soft as a

will sleep with Lexi. You

on the study lights, his other hand tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in

instructions, Rena retrieved her clothes and headed

the entire night by Alexis’ side, providing

following day, the atmosphere between Waylen and

tenderness and affection, as if a shift had

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

clung to Rena, seeking her

as he told his daughter,

his assertion, but his gaze met

mother spoils her child excessively, the child may become dependent in

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

Rena refused to be intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and

relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted

Alexis abandoned

then climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be held and

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

her dearly, but he believed in

lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her,

herself, Rena said,

of his