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.

he opened his eyes, Waylen ran his

face against his chest,

her cheek and

continued to remain

refrained from forcing her and instead

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 bought

Alexis, Rena went out of her way to cook things the little girl liked. She

Rena, silently telling

arms from

Waylen, and Rena answered the

up, she gazed at

shared a depth of understanding

arrived, Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching her

and Rena and Waylen

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

as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this before. This isn’t

weighed down by

state. Alexis, typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a completely different child that morning, and

unspoken

the cigarette and handed her a

tears, but

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

sought to collect herself, to find a glimmer of

need for space and time

Rena managed to regain a sense

gently clasped her hand, his

not your

Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen

and steady,

come to the

coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain

within the villa was heavy

world upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and

servant showed her the way.

Alexis’ room open, her eyes

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

beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands, he held a worn

to the pages of the

struck Rena to her

immense sacrifices Waylen had made

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

would be

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

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

her voice quivering with emotion as she leaned in

heartfelt weight, her love and concern evident in every inflection.

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

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

that Rena had been his emotional

love for them both ran deep, transcending the

in the evening, Alexis finally stepped out of the

dinner, savoring each bite

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

dimmed the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis

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

softly, her voice breaking the

door behind him

intent to have a

utter a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace,

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

he lowered his head, burying

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

that initially unsettled her,

she realized that Waylen

had carried the weight of her own emotional battles, he, too, had

or the responsibility they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart.

Waylen’s body tensed.

gaze met hers in

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

lips to hers, initiating a soft

ragged with each

face. She had

taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with

were far

her, to remind her of the depth of

within his

kiss

to kiss her, savoring

he fervently sought to

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

against the door, her legs weakened

supporting her waist, she

desire more,

offer, her voice soft

will sleep with Lexi. You can get me

a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I need to attend to something in

retrieved her clothes and headed to the guest room for

spent the entire night by Alexis’

day, the atmosphere between Waylen

with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had

morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis

clung to

voice carried a hint of nonchalance as he

challenge his assertion, but his gaze met hers, and

excessively, the child

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

sole focus was showering Alexis with

of unease, relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable to resist, began feeding

Alexis abandoned her

onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be

glance, adhering to his own set of principles

loved her dearly, but he believed in

resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her, but

contain herself, Rena said,

took a sip of his black coffee, his