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.

his eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her curly

her face against

her cheek and asked, “Do you

to

and instead held

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

way to cook things the little girl

glanced at Rena, silently telling her that

from 7 a.m, to

two hours, Jazlyn called Waylen, and Rena answered the phone for him, rescheduling the meeting for the

hanging up, she gazed at

shared a depth of understanding that words

emerged from under the quilt, clutching her

school, and Rena and Waylen

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

curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this

back in her seat, her body weighed down by a

the first time she had witnessed Alexis in such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a completely different child that morning, and

tears welled up, unspoken remorse

cigarette and

but more came rushing down

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

Rena sought to collect herself,

ever perceptive, respected her need for space

Rena managed to regain a sense of

hand, his

not your

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

and steady, pierced through

come to

hands trembled, causing hot 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

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

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

wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear tightly, her

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

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

poignant scene struck Rena to her

fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis over

and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer silently. She couldn’t ignore the responsibilities

would be too

as a whisper.

her, his eyes revealing a mixture of

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

leaned

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

cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking

arrival had reminded him of just how much he needed her by his

Waylen fully comprehended that Rena

them both ran deep, transcending the

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

late dinner, savoring each

love and attention, personally bathing her, drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would

bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room,

Rena called out softly,

stood up and approached her, closing the door

nodded, her intent to have a serious conversation

she could utter a word, Waylen pulled her into

in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

lowered his head, burying

bodies melded together,

neck felt a moist warmth that initially unsettled her, yet

moment, she realized

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers in the dimly lit

atmosphere that enveloped them felt ethereal, their connection

emotions, he couldn’t resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that

ragged with each passing

across her face. She

more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he

were far

comfort her, to remind

within his

kiss

continued to kiss her, savoring the intimate connection they

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 fetch your some clothes

door, her legs weakened by the intensity of the

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

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

Rena declined his offer, her voice soft as

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 to

night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort and

following day, the atmosphere between Waylen and Rena had

tenderness and affection, as if a shift

her early morning routine

mood, clung to Rena, seeking her

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

assertion, but

a mother spoils her child excessively, the

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

Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and care

of unease, relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat

Alexis abandoned

then climbed onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be

with a fleeting glance, adhering to his own

her dearly, but he believed in instilling independence

and resuming her

to contain herself, Rena said,

of his black coffee, his