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

her face against his chest,

and

to

her and instead held her in

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

happiness couldn’t

cook things the little girl liked.

telling her

arms from 7 a.m, to

answered the phone for him, rescheduling the meeting

up, she gazed at

shared a depth of

finally arrived, Alexis emerged from under the

her desire to go to school, and Rena and Waylen

somber ambiance hung in

smoke curling around him as he whispered,

seat, her body weighed down by a mixture

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

welled up, unspoken remorse flooding her

cigarette and handed her

tears, but more

only

to collect

need for space

like an eternity, Rena managed to

her hand, his voice tender and

not your

Rena’s phone buzzed, and it was Waylen on the other

calm and steady, pierced through

come to the

hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed a taxi, her heart racing as she headed

villa

moved with utmost caution, aware that Alexis had retreated into her own world upon’ returning from the kindergarten. She had sought refuge in the confines of a small wardrobe, and Waylen had rushed

but careful. A soft-spoken servant

the door to Alexis’ room

depths of her pink wardrobe, clutched her teddy

his hands, he held a worn fairy tale book, reading the familiar stories to Alexis with

entrance, Waylen’s gaze briefly flickered in her direction, his focus soon returning to the pages of the book, resuming the tales

poignant scene struck Rena

moment, she fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen

the magnitude of his love and devotion. Rena, as Alexis’ mother, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter

she would be too

as a whisper. “The wardrobe is quite

her, his eyes revealing a mixture of relief and

Rena and quietly stepped out of

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

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

against the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized that he didn’t need to

how much

was then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena

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

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

devoured her late dinner, savoring each bite with a

drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime story. Aware that Rena would be staying the night, Alexis drifted off to sleep with a

bedside lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room, his usual

softly, her voice breaking the

the door behind him with a deliberate

to have a

Waylen pulled her into his embrace,

troubled state, she suppressed her pain and

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

he lowered his head, burying

still as their bodies melded

felt a moist warmth that initially unsettled her, yet she refrained from

moment, she realized that Waylen was not

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

parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently cupped

Waylen’s body tensed.

hers in the dimly lit

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

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

ragged

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

of tobacco lingering as he kissed her

intentions were far

comfort her, to remind her of the depth of

raced within his

urge to kiss her without any

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

fervently sought

take a shower

against the door, her legs weakened

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

whispering, “If you desire more, we can go to the master

her voice soft

Lexi. You

tenderly grazing Rena’s arm. “Take a shower in my room.

and headed to

spent the entire night by Alexis’ side, providing

day, the atmosphere between Waylen and Rena had

with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a

early morning routine of preparing breakfast for

in a cheerful mood, clung to Rena, seeking her

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

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

the child may

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

sole focus was showering Alexis with all the

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

an instant, Alexis abandoned

Rena’s lap, yearning

with a fleeting glance, adhering to

dearly, but he believed in instilling

slowly sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her meal independently. Food scattered around

herself, Rena said,

took a sip of his black coffee, his tone