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.

his eyes, Waylen ran his hand through

nestled her face against his chest,

her cheek and asked, “Do you

to

her and instead held her

and Waylen knew better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a

couldn’t be bought with

things the little girl liked. She then

at Rena, silently telling her that he

from 7 a.m,

and Rena answered the

hanging up, she gazed

shared a depth of understanding that

Alexis emerged from under

Rena and Waylen accompanied her,

and Waylen sat in the car once more, a somber ambiance hung in the air, a touch of

reached for a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced moments

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

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

unspoken remorse

the cigarette and handed her a tissue. “Don’t

her tears, but more came

own world with only

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

perceptive, respected her need for space and

seemed like an eternity, Rena managed to

gently clasped her hand,

it’s not

and it was Waylen on the other end

and steady, pierced

come to

of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed a taxi, her

villa was

the kindergarten. She had sought refuge

but careful. A soft-spoken servant

Alexis’ room open, her eyes widening at the sight before

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

suit, sat beside her, stooping low within the cramped space. In his hands,

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

scene struck Rena

she fully comprehended the immense sacrifices Waylen had made for

the magnitude 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

she would be

her shoes, her voice soft as a

her, his eyes revealing a

Rena and quietly stepped

quivering with emotion as she leaned

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

Waylen stood outside the room, leaning against the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in wisps. Taking a deep drag, he realized that he

of just how much he needed her by his

that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been his emotional anchor throughout

them both

clock struck nine in the evening, Alexis finally stepped

devoured her late dinner, savoring each bite with

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

lamp, Leaving Alexis to rest

she slipped out of the room, her footsteps carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study, sitting in quiet solitude amidst the dimly lit room,

Rena called out softly, her voice breaking

closing the door behind him with a deliberate motion.

to have a serious conversation lingering in

utter a word, Waylen pulled her into

in Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

lowered his head, burying his

to stand still as their bodies melded together, an intimate connection reigniting between

that initially unsettled her, yet she

she realized that Waylen was not

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

now shared as parents that softened Rena’s heart. She gently

Waylen’s body tensed.

his gaze met hers

the atmosphere that enveloped them felt ethereal, their connection

emotions, he couldn’t resist lowering his lips to hers, initiating a

ragged with each

face. She

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

intentions were far from

comfort her, to remind her of the depth

raced within his chest,

that urge to kiss

to kiss

irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her

take a shower and get ready for bed.

door, her legs weakened by the

not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she might

desire more, we can go to the

declined his offer, her voice soft

sleep with Lexi. You can

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

her clothes and headed to the guest room

the entire night by

between

and affection, as if a

her early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis

a cheerful mood, clung to

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

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

child excessively, the child may become dependent

moment, Rena likened Waylen to Korbyn, seeing him as a man prone to explaining and dictating. After

Her sole focus was showering Alexis

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

instant, Alexis abandoned

lap, yearning to be

a fleeting glance, adhering to his own set of

loved her dearly, but he believed in instilling independence in

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

contain herself, Rena said, “She’s still

his