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.

Waylen ran his hand through her curly brown

against his chest, remaining

her cheek and asked, “Do

to remain

refrained from forcing her and

As a father,

happiness couldn’t be

way to cook things the little girl liked. She

telling her that he got

cradled Alexis in his arms from 7 a.m,

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

hanging up, she gazed

a depth of understanding

arrived, Alexis emerged from under the quilt, clutching her

expressed her desire to go to school, and Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering her with kisses

a somber ambiance

as he whispered, “She has experienced moments like this

seat, her body weighed down by a

typically vibrant and full of life, seemed like a

welled up, unspoken remorse flooding

out the cigarette and handed her

wiped away her tears, but more came rushing down

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

sought to collect herself, to find

perceptive, respected her need for space and time

an eternity, Rena managed

her hand,

it’s not

it was Waylen on the other end

and steady, pierced through

come to

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

the villa

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

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

room

depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy

impeccably in 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 pages of the book, resuming the tales he had

poignant scene struck

she fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis

of his love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer silently. She couldn’t ignore the responsibilities that came with

would

voice soft as

revealing a mixture of

handed the well-worn fairy tale book to Rena and quietly

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

carried a heartfelt weight, her love and concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother brought solace to Alexis’ troubled

smoke curling around him in

arrival had reminded him of just how much he needed

that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been

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

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

late dinner, savoring each bite with a

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,

to Waylen. She found him in his

called out softly, her voice

approached her, closing the door

nodded, her intent to have a serious conversation

Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing

but sensing his troubled

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his face in Rena’s

seemed to stand still as their bodies

that initially unsettled

moment, she realized that

the weight of her own emotional battles, he, too, had endured his

softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of

Waylen’s body tensed.

gaze met hers in the

features were obscured, the atmosphere that enveloped them felt

he couldn’t resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that transported them back to the

breaths mingled, growing ragged with each

door, confusion etched across her face. She had intended to discuss about Alexis, yet Waylen’s kisses stole away her

the taste of tobacco lingering as he kissed her with a delicate and

intentions were far

and comfort her, to remind her of

his chest, rediscovering that

urge to kiss her without any

continued to kiss her,

irrelevant as he 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

door, her legs weakened by

supporting her

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 to something

retrieved her clothes and headed to the guest room for

night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort and

day, the atmosphere between

newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had occurred

on her early morning routine of preparing

a cheerful mood, clung to

of nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You can

his assertion, but his gaze met hers, and he offered

child excessively, the child may become dependent

him as a man prone to explaining and dictating.

Her sole focus was showering

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

an instant, Alexis abandoned

lap, yearning to be held

actions with a fleeting glance, adhering to

but he believed in instilling independence in

apprehensive, slowly sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal

herself, Rena

took a sip of his