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.

eyes, Waylen ran his hand through her curly brown

against his

pinched her cheek and asked, “Do you

to remain

from forcing her and instead held her

better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he felt a deep sense of remorse for her struggles, willing to do everything in his power to make

couldn’t be

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

silently telling

cradled Alexis in his arms from

Waylen, and Rena answered the phone

hanging up, she gazed at

depth of understanding that words couldn’t

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

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

more, a somber

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

body weighed down by

had witnessed Alexis in such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed

up, unspoken remorse flooding her

cigarette and

wiped away her tears, but more came rushing down her

own world with only Waylen by

Rena sought to collect

need for space and time to process

eternity, Rena managed to regain

clasped her hand,

not

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

and steady, pierced through

come to

causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The

the villa was heavy with

had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed back from work to be with her,

servant showed her

room open, her eyes widening at the sight

of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy bear tightly, her

his hands, he held

flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of

poignant scene struck Rena

sacrifices Waylen had made for

as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer silently. She couldn’t ignore the responsibilities that came

would be too

her voice soft as a whisper. “The wardrobe is quite small.

her, his eyes revealing a mixture of relief and

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

her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in to kiss

and concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her

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

of just how much

fully comprehended that Rena had

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

in the evening, Alexis finally

late dinner, savoring each bite with a

showered Alexis with 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 sleep with

dimmed the bedside lamp,

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

softly, her voice

he stood up and approached her, closing the door

have a serious conversation lingering in

a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace,

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

head, burying his face in Rena’s

stand still as their bodies melded together, an

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

she realized that

emotional battles, he, too, had

they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of his neck, her touch offering

Waylen’s body tensed.

gaze met hers in the

their features were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them

hers, initiating a

growing ragged with each passing

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

of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a delicate

intentions were far from

her, to remind her of

raced within his

kiss

he continued to kiss her, savoring

sought to please her in every

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

body still leaned against the door, her legs weakened by the intensity of the

not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled

you desire more, we

his offer, her

Lexi. You

a shower in

and headed to the guest

entire night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort and

day, the atmosphere between Waylen and Rena

and affection,

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

cheerful mood, clung to

hint of nonchalance as he told his daughter,

challenge his assertion, but his gaze met

spoils her child excessively, the

a man prone to explaining and dictating. After all, age

sole focus was showering Alexis with

her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable to resist,

an instant, Alexis abandoned

onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be held and

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

dearly, but he

grew increasingly apprehensive, slowly sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her,

Rena said,

his black