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.

ran his hand through

face against his chest,

pinched her cheek and asked,

continued to remain

forcing her and instead held her in his

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

couldn’t be

to cook things the little girl liked. She then found Alexis hiding under

glanced at Rena, silently telling her that he got

his arms from 7

answered the phone

she

shared a depth of understanding that

Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching

to school, and Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering her with

somber ambiance hung in the air, a touch

cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like

body weighed down by a mixture of fatigue

was 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

tears welled up, unspoken remorse flooding

cigarette and handed her

wiped away her tears, but more

her own world with only Waylen by her side. Rena had been oblivious, lost

to collect herself, to find a

her need for space

Rena managed to regain a

her hand, his

it’s not

was Waylen on the other end of the

voice, calm and steady, pierced

to

causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed a

within the villa was heavy with unspoken

from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed

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

Alexis’ room open, her eyes

her teddy bear tightly, her voice lost in

a formal suit, sat beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands,

returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he

poignant scene struck Rena

immense sacrifices Waylen had made

love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her

would

her shoes, her voice soft as a whisper. “The wardrobe is quite small. Let me do

glanced at her, his eyes revealing a

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

beside Alexis, her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in to kiss her daughter

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

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

that Rena had been his

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

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

savoring each bite with a newfound

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

bedside lamp,

room, her footsteps carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room, his usual cigarette absent

Rena called out softly, her voice

the door behind him with

have a serious conversation lingering in her

a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing her gently against

sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and said with gentleness, “We

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

lowered his head, burying his face

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

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

realized that Waylen was

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

parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers

were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them

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

ragged

confusion etched across her face. She had intended to discuss

the taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed

were far from

her, to remind her of

his chest, rediscovering that

had that urge to kiss

he continued to kiss

he fervently sought to please her in

a hoarse voice, he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and get

the door, her

for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might

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

declined his offer, her voice soft as

sleep with Lexi. You can get me

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

and headed to the guest room

spent the entire night by

following day, the atmosphere between Waylen and Rena had

tenderness and affection, as if a shift

to disregard it, focusing on her early morning routine

mood, clung to

nonchalance as he told

to say something, to challenge his assertion, but his

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

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

was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and

legs and attempted to

an instant, Alexis abandoned her

Rena’s lap, yearning to

glance, adhering to

dearly, but he believed in instilling

resuming her meal independently. Food

contain herself, Rena said, “She’s still

sip of his black coffee, his tone