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 her curly

her face against

her cheek and asked,

continued to remain

from forcing her and instead held

than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he

sometimes, happiness couldn’t

her way to cook things

glanced at Rena, silently telling her

his arms from 7 a.m, to

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

she

a depth of

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

and Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering her with

more, a somber ambiance hung

around him as he whispered, “She

sank back in her seat, her body weighed down by a mixture of fatigue

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

tears welled up, unspoken remorse flooding her

and handed her a tissue.

but more

countless moments of isolation in her own world with only Waylen by

eyes squeezed shut, Rena sought to collect herself, to find a glimmer of

perceptive, respected her need for space and time to process her

like an eternity, Rena managed to

clasped her hand, his voice tender and

it’s not

it was Waylen on the other end

calm and steady, pierced through Rena’s

come to the

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

villa was heavy with

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

A soft-spoken servant

pushed the door to Alexis’ room open,

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

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 Alexis

gaze briefly flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming

poignant scene struck Rena to

she fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for Alexis over the

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

she would be too

Rena removed her shoes, her voice soft as a whisper. “The

her, his eyes revealing a mixture of

tale book to Rena and quietly stepped out of

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

concern evident in every inflection. The presence of her mother brought solace to

wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized that he

how

then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been

responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending

Alexis finally stepped out of the wardrobe,

her late dinner, savoring each bite

bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the night, Alexis drifted off

the bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

him in his

softly, her voice breaking

the door behind him with a deliberate motion. “Is she

a serious conversation

utter a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace,

his troubled state, she suppressed her pain

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

head, burying his

stand still as their bodies melded together,

that initially unsettled her, yet she refrained from pushing

realized that

battles, he, too, had endured his share of tribulations during the

was this shared 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 solace amidst the

Waylen’s body tensed.

his gaze met hers in

that enveloped

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

mingled, growing ragged

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

hers once more, the taste of tobacco lingering as

were

please and comfort her, to remind her of the depth

his chest,

urge to kiss

kiss her, savoring the intimate connection

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought

he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower

the door, her legs weakened by the intensity of

for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might have

her waist, whispering, “If you desire

Rena declined his offer, her voice soft as a

will sleep with Lexi. You can

lights, his other hand tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room. Your clothes are

clothes and headed to the guest room for

entire night by Alexis’ side, providing comfort

day, the atmosphere between Waylen

tenderness and affection, as if

her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for

a cheerful mood, clung to Rena, seeking her mother’s

voice carried a hint of nonchalance as he told his

say something, to challenge his assertion, but his gaze met hers, and he offered

child excessively, the child may become dependent in the

Rena likened Waylen to Korbyn, seeing him as a man prone to

sole focus was

legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable

Alexis abandoned

onto Rena’s lap, yearning to be held

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

he believed in instilling

resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around her,

Rena said, “She’s still

a sip of his black coffee, his tone