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 hand through her curly brown

her face against

and

continued to remain

and instead held her in

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

happiness couldn’t be bought

cook things the little girl liked. She then

at Rena, silently telling her

in his arms from 7 a.m, to nearly

Waylen, and Rena answered

she

eyes shared a depth of

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

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

as Rena and Waylen sat in the car once more, a somber ambiance hung

curling around him as he whispered,

body weighed

witnessed Alexis in such a vulnerable state. Alexis, typically vibrant and

unspoken remorse flooding

out the cigarette and

her tears, but more

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

collect

need for space and time to process her

eternity, Rena managed

hand,

it’s not your

and it was Waylen on the other end of the

and steady, pierced through

come to

unexpected request, Rena’s hands trembled, causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she

the villa

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

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

breath, Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room

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

a formal suit, sat beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands, he held a worn fairy tale book, reading the familiar stories to

flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the

poignant scene struck Rena to her

immense sacrifices Waylen had made

of past conflicts could diminish the magnitude of his love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer silently.

would

as a whisper. “The wardrobe is quite small. Let me do

his eyes revealing a mixture of relief

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

as she leaned in to kiss her daughter before beginning

concern evident in every inflection. The presence

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

of just how much he

Rena had been his emotional anchor throughout

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

Alexis

devoured her late dinner, savoring each bite with a newfound

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 a

lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

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 from his

softly, her voice breaking

her, closing the door behind him with a

nodded, her intent to have a serious conversation lingering in

could utter a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing her gently

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

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

head, burying his face

their bodies melded together, an intimate

warmth that initially unsettled

realized that Waylen was not

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

understanding or the responsibility 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

were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them

initiating a soft and tender kiss that transported

breaths mingled, growing ragged with each

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

once more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with

were

please and comfort her, to remind her of

raced within his

kiss her without

long while, he continued to kiss her, savoring the intimate

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to

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

leaned against the door, her legs weakened by the intensity

it not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist,

whispering, “If you desire more, we can go

her voice

sleep with Lexi.

arm. “Take a shower in my room.

her clothes and headed

entire night by Alexis’ side, providing

following day, the atmosphere between Waylen

with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had

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

a cheerful mood, clung

as he told his

his assertion, but his

the child may

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

was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and care she

Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena,

an instant, Alexis abandoned

Rena’s lap, yearning to

with a fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of principles

he believed in instilling

and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her, but Waylen

herself, Rena said,

his black coffee, his