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

nestled her face against

cheek and asked,

to remain

forcing her and instead held her in his

she didn’t want to speak. As a father,

sometimes, happiness couldn’t be bought with

to cook things

Rena, silently telling her that he

arms from 7 a.m, to

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

hanging up, she gazed at

depth of understanding that words

from

and Rena

more, a somber

seeking solace, reached for a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he

her seat, her body weighed down

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

up, unspoken remorse

the cigarette and handed

wiped away her tears, but more

world with only Waylen by her side. Rena

sought to collect herself, to find

for space and time to process her

eternity, Rena managed to regain a sense

gently clasped her hand, his

it’s not your

it was Waylen on

and steady, pierced through Rena’s

to

her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed

atmosphere within the villa

world upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the

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

Rena pushed the door to Alexis’ room

her teddy bear tightly, her

his hands,

in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales he had read countless

scene struck Rena to her

immense sacrifices Waylen had made for

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

she would be

her voice soft as a whisper. “The wardrobe

her, his eyes revealing

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

leaned in to kiss her daughter before

she spoke carried a heartfelt weight, her love and concern evident in every inflection.

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

of just how much he needed her by

Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his emotional anchor

while Alexis was their shared responsibility, his love for them both ran deep, transcending the boundaries

nine in the evening, Alexis finally stepped out

devoured her late dinner, savoring each bite

hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would

bedside lamp,

in his study, sitting in

softly, her voice breaking

up and approached her, closing the door behind him with a deliberate motion. “Is she

a serious conversation lingering

pulled her into his embrace, pressing her gently against the

strength caused a slight discomfort in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her pain and said with gentleness, “We

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

head, burying

still as their bodies melded together,

unsettled her, yet she refrained from

moment, she realized that Waylen

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

shared understanding or the responsibility they now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers in the dimly

obscured, the atmosphere that

hers, initiating a soft and tender kiss that

growing ragged with each passing

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

lingering as he kissed her with a

intentions were

he sought to please and comfort her, to remind her of the

raced within his chest, rediscovering that

had that urge to kiss her without any

he continued to kiss her, savoring

seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to

in a hoarse voice, he murmured, “It’s late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll fetch your some clothes to

against the door, her legs weakened by

her

gently stroked her waist, whispering, “If you desire more, we can go to

her voice soft as a

Lexi. You can

tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet. I need to attend to something in the

retrieved her clothes and headed to the

by

between Waylen

and affection, as if a shift had occurred

morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis and waking her

a cheerful mood, clung to Rena, seeking

hint of nonchalance as he told his daughter, “You can handle these things

yearned to say something, to challenge his assertion, but his gaze met

spoils her child excessively, the child may become

moment, Rena likened Waylen to Korbyn, seeing him as a man prone to explaining and dictating. After all, age had a way of imparting

Rena refused to be intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with

feeling a twinge of unease, relinquished her grip on Rena’s legs and attempted to eat independently. Rena, unable

Alexis abandoned her

Rena’s lap, yearning to be held

actions with a fleeting glance, adhering

but he believed

lap and resuming her meal independently. Food

contain herself, Rena said,

of his black coffee,