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.

opened his eyes, Waylen ran his

her face against his chest, remaining

her cheek and asked, “Do

continued to remain

and instead

better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he felt a deep sense of

couldn’t be bought

soothe Alexis, Rena went out of her way to cook things the little

silently telling her

arms from 7

called Waylen, and Rena answered the phone

up, she

depth of understanding that words couldn’t

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

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

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

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

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

unspoken remorse flooding her

out the cigarette and

away her tears, but

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

shut, Rena sought to collect herself, to

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

like an eternity, Rena managed to regain

clasped her hand, his voice

it’s not your

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

voice, calm and steady, pierced

come to the

hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed a

villa was heavy

returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in

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

Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room

within the depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her

space. In his hands, he held a worn fairy tale book, reading the familiar

briefly flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he had read countless times

poignant scene struck Rena to her

the immense sacrifices Waylen

devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer

would

as a whisper. “The

glanced at her, his eyes revealing

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

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

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

room, leaning against the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep

of just how much he needed her

Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his

Alexis was their shared responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending the

clock struck nine in the evening, Alexis

dinner, savoring each bite

drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the night, Alexis drifted off to sleep with

lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in

called out softly,

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

intent to have a serious

Waylen pulled her into his embrace,

slight discomfort in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and said with gentleness, “We

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

head, burying his face

as their bodies melded together, an intimate connection reigniting between

neck felt a moist warmth that initially unsettled her,

realized that

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

it was this shared understanding or the responsibility they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in the dimly

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

lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that transported them back to

mingled, growing ragged with

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

tobacco lingering as he kissed her with

were far

to remind her of the depth of

raced within his chest, rediscovering that

that urge to kiss her without any

kiss her, savoring the intimate connection

sought to please her

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

the door, her legs weakened by

Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled to the

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

Rena declined his offer, her voice soft

sleep with Lexi. You can get

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

her clothes and headed to the guest room for a

spent the entire night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort and

atmosphere between Waylen and Rena

and affection, as if

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

in a cheerful mood, clung to Rena, seeking her mother’s

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

his assertion, but

excessively, the child may

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

focus was showering Alexis with

her grip on Rena’s legs and

an instant, Alexis abandoned her

lap, yearning to be held and

fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of principles in

he believed in instilling independence in

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

Rena said,

his black coffee, his tone