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

face against his

pinched her cheek and asked,

to

forcing her and instead held her

autism, and Waylen knew better than to push her when she didn’t want to speak. As a father, he felt a deep sense of remorse for her struggles, willing to

couldn’t be bought

her way to cook things the little girl

telling her

Alexis in his arms from 7 a.m, to nearly 9

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

up, she gazed

eyes shared a depth of

9 a.m. finally arrived, Alexis emerged from under

and Rena and Waylen accompanied her, showering her with kisses and

and Waylen sat in the car once more, a somber

curling around him as he whispered, “She has experienced

weighed down

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

welled up, unspoken remorse

put out the cigarette and handed her a tissue.

her tears, but more came

had endured countless moments of isolation in her own world with only Waylen by her side. Rena had been oblivious, lost in her own

collect herself, to find

perceptive, respected her need for space

what seemed like an eternity, Rena managed to

her hand, his voice tender and

not

it was Waylen

and steady, pierced through

come to

request, Rena’s hands trembled, causing hot coffee to spill onto the back of her hand. The pain momentarily forgotten, she swiftly hailed

within the villa was

She had sought refuge in the confines of

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

Alexis’ room open, her eyes widening

pink wardrobe, clutched her

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

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

scene struck

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

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

she would be

as a

at her, his eyes revealing a mixture of relief

a word, he handed the well-worn fairy tale book to Rena and quietly stepped out of the wardrobe, allowing Rena to take his

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

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

the corridor wall. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him in

of just how much he

then that Waylen fully comprehended that Rena had been

them

evening, Alexis finally stepped out

her late dinner, savoring each bite with a

attention, personally bathing her, drying her hair, and even sharing a bedtime

lamp, Leaving Alexis to

slipped out of the room, her footsteps carrying her to Waylen. She found him in his study,

out softly, her voice breaking

the door

nodded, her intent to have a serious conversation

could utter a word, Waylen pulled her into his embrace, pressing

Rena’s back, but sensing his troubled state, she suppressed her

Absentmindedly, Waylen responded, “Okay.”

his head, burying his

bodies melded together, an intimate

that initially unsettled

she realized that Waylen

carried the weight of her own emotional battles, he, too,

Rena’s heart. She gently cupped the back of his neck, her

Waylen’s body tensed.

met hers in

the atmosphere that enveloped them felt ethereal, their connection

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

ragged with each

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

more, the taste of tobacco lingering as he

were far from

and comfort her, to remind her of the

heart raced within his chest,

urge to kiss her without any

he continued to kiss her, savoring

irrelevant as he fervently sought to please

late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll

still leaned against the door, her legs weakened

not for Waylen’s hand supporting her waist, she

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

declined his offer, her voice soft as a

will sleep with Lexi. You can get

shower in my room. Your clothes are in the closet.

his instructions, Rena retrieved her clothes and headed to the

night by Alexis’ side,

between

her with newfound tenderness and affection, as if a shift had occurred

early morning routine of preparing breakfast for Alexis and waking

clung to Rena, seeking her mother’s

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

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

the child may become dependent in

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

intimidated. Her sole focus was showering Alexis with all the tenderness and care

legs and attempted

an instant, Alexis

lap,

glance, adhering to his own set

her dearly, but he believed in instilling independence

slowly sliding down from Rena’s lap and resuming her

contain herself, Rena said,

sip of his black coffee, his