A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Wherever he went, he made sure someone was with him. Even when he went out occasionally, he never drove by himself. His efforts to preserve their love in the diary, however, couldn’t stop the fading of some memories. But somehow, he stubbornly stayed by her side, even as his memory began to slip away.

Rena’s heart trembled with emotions that were on the verge of overflowing.

She fought back tears and gracefully walked into the room, just as she always did.

Waylen stowed his diary away, his fingers delicately brushing against the drawer’s surface.

When he looked up, his gaze was tender. “Is Alexis asleep?” he inquired.

With a gentle smile, Rena placed the fruit plate down and nestled into his arms, guiding his hand to her belly. “She’s asleep. This little one however, is eagerly waiting for you.”

Tenderly, Waylen caressed her belly, feeling the presence of their unborn child.

Sadly, the baby was still too small and there was no fetal movement.

Had it been otherwise, he could have at least felt the reassuring heartbeat of his own flesh and blood.

Drawing close to Rena, their noses touched, and he playfully teased, “Does the baby miss me, or is it you who wants to sleep with me?”

Rena wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck.

She looked stunning in her thin silk pajamas, an allure that would have tempted him before but now, with her being pregnant, he had other considerations.

Waylen kissed her tenderly, His hand kept touching her body.

Finally, he rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “Rena, if only time would stand still at this very moment. We could have our happy ending.”

Tears welled up in Rena’s eyes as she placed a finger on his lips and replied, “Waylen, we’re not married yet. How can this be the ending?”

Waylen’s eyes brimmed with affection as he gazed deeply into hers.

After a prolonged moment, he said in a husky voice, “Let’s get married tomorrow, Rena. Just the two of us, alright?”

In a hoarse voice, Rena softly said, “Okay.”

The following morning, Waylen forwent his usual jog and instead called Jazlyn, requesting her to prepare the necessary documents.

Jazlyn arrived in the afternoon and a servant led her to the study on the second floor.

With a mix of emotions, Jazlyn managed a professional smile and addressed him, saying, “Mr. Fowler, I’ve prepared all the documents.”

Waylen nodded and received the stack of papers.

It was the share transfer agreement of the Exceed Group, with Waylen transferring sixty-five percent of his shares to his wife, Rena. Once signed and notarized, the agreement would take effect immediately.

Waylen carefully perused the documents and then handed them to Rena, saying softly, “The Fowler Group may be inherited by our children in the future, but this will be all yours.

Professional managers will oversee its operations, and Jazlyn will be there to assist you, Rena. You can doit.”

Regretfully, he might not be able to accompany her throughout the journey…

However, ensuring her security and prosperity was his duty as a devoted husband.

Additionally, should Rena possess all these things, she would no longer feel inadequate or withdraw when faced with his amnesia. In moments of sadness, she could let him go, relinquishing all his wealth…

Rena’s quivering lips framed her heartfelt question, “Aren’t we going to get married, Waylen? I desire nothing more than you.”

Yet, he was offering her material possessions.

With a tender touch to her head, Waylen smiled affectionately and stated, “Consider this my betrothal gift to you.”

In fear that he might mistreat her in the future when he forgot everything, he wholeheartedly bestowed everything upon her, choosing to do so when he could still remember.

Despite their impending marriage, Rena couldn’t help but weep due to the melancholy circumstances.

Quietly, Jazlyn left the room.

Outside, her tears flowed uncontrollably as she empathized deeply with her boss and Rena…

In the study, Rena stood before the French window, feeling a sense of resistance.

Understanding her thoughts, Waylen approached and embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. In a hushed tone, he reassured her, “Please don’t cry, alright?”

Unable to contain her sorrow, Rena’s heart ached.

Waylen tenderly wiped away her tears with his warm fingers and comforted her, “Silly girl, even if you become the president of the Exceed Group, I can’t escape from you, no matter where I may go in the future. Rena, you have me forever.”

Moved by his words, Rena turned around and embraced him tightly.

His shirt became soaked with her tears…

Although he felt discomfort, he didn’t mind, knowing that these cherished moments would become increasingly rare.

Finally, Rena signed the documents.

With that, she assumed Waylen’s position and became the new president of the Exceed Group, a company valued at over 200 billion dollars.

On their wedding day, there was no one else in attendance.

Ina quaint church, the altar held a Bible and a pair of wedding rings.

Waylen was dressed immaculately.

Donned in a snow-white shirt and a black velvet tuxedo, it was Rena’s favorite ensemble.

At less than two months pregnant, Rena’’s belly had not yet begun to show. She chose a simple wedding gown that accentuated her slender waist, her long brown hair cascading gracefully over it, creating a picture of beauty and romance.

They exchanged their vows and slipped the rings onto each other’s fingers.

They interlocked their fingers. Waylen looked into Rena’s eyes and whispered, “I promise I will never leave our marriage and never betray it.”

Rena’s eyes glistened with emotion.

She looked up at her newlywed husband and softly replied, “I promise to remain faithful to ‘our union. No matter where life takes us, I will never be parted from you.”

In a tender moment, Waylen leaned down and planted a loving kiss on her lips…

This was the night of their wedding, so instead of the villa, they went back to Waylen’s old apartment where they share numerous nights in the past.

The main bedroom exuded an enchanting sight as it was adorned with a profusion of delicate roses.

Rena in his arms and gently laid her

first time in this

Waylen’s deepest wish would be to transport Rena

passion, they would make love once

to Rena’s pregnancy, Waylen had been cautious and considerate

expressed, “Rena,

Can we be together?”

Rena’s body trembled slightly.

her eyes, she gently removed the bathrobe

bared herself for

the night, they returned to the

exhaustion and soon drifted off

changing atmosphere at home. Fully aware not

slumber eluded

carried Alexis to the living room

room was bathed in a soothing

soothing narration of stories. While she knew

caressed her

huskier, “Baby, I might

her

“I may have to travel far away for quite some time. Lexi… You must help your mom take care of your little brother,

Alexis remained still.

inquired in a nasal voice, “Dad, will it be

warmly. “A

warm clothes with you, Dad. Then you won’t feel cold. I’ll come to visit you during the holidays. My embrace will keep

Waylen’s throat tightened.

kissed the precious

remarkably clever and endearing she

affection, he kissed her

welled up

soft voice,

in a hushed tone, “I don’t know. Maybe three years, five years… or I

did not

father,

had later, Mark

car came toa stop, the driver courteously opened the door

countenance betrayed his inner

he held little regard for Waylen, but over the years,

still made every effort to care for his

he couldn’t help but worry about them

sitting on

with gentle curiosity,

displaying a hint of surprise before rising to his feet and answering, “She

knew that Waylen had entrusted the Exceed

of uncertainty shrouded Mark’s thoughts, rendering him speechless

“Well, that’s for the best. I happen to have something important to discuss with you

the conversation ahead. He

the study

other, Mark occasionally glanced up while smoking.

busied himself

for a moment, he responded softly, “My

teacup to Mark, he settled into his

ex-husband. Surveillance footage indicates that her ex-husband, the producer, had contact with her at the hospital… The police interrogated him, but his cunning evasions and the lack of substantial

his

Braseovell. Now he works as a producer

Waylen nodded in acknowledgment.

companionship, sharing the soothing warmth of the

a lengthy pause, Waylen placed a medical record

picked it up and examined it with growing astonishment. He stared at Waylen,

day, I find myself remembering Rena less and less. Sometimes I can’t even seem to remember Alexis when

Mark lit another

and gently

nearly singed Mark’s fingers as he hurried to assist Waylen up. “What are you doing? A man shouldn’t kneel so easily.

remains a fragile woman, burdened with the responsibility of caring for our two children. Uncle Mark, I implore you to lend them more support in the future. Not only Rena and the children but also Cecilia… I hope you can assist them with crucial matters at

words hard to bear and, with a frown, he replied, “Waylen, you can’t just entrust the entire family to me. Oh… If, heaven forbid, you lose your memory, what will happen to

shadow crossed Waylen’s

offered a helpless and bitter smile. “I constantly urge Rena not to give up on me, to remember and search for me. But, who can predict the future? I… I merely want her to continue living with hope. The loss of hope would be

had previously experienced

she carried

for his wife and children while his memory allowed him to remember

Mark’s heart

in silence and gently patted Waylen’s shoulder. “!

quivered as he continued, “Don’t be gone for too long. Remember to return promptly.

far-off

and walked out.

of dishes,

cigarette from his pocket. He inquired,

self-criticism in her response. “I have, but

faint smile graced Mark’s

that moment, she forgot their complicated history and sincerely said, “Thank

Mark’s smile diminished.

the little girl he had once

had believed he endured enough hardships but compared to Waylen, he realized he was faring

matters to attend to and

Cecilia’s hair. “I’m leaving.

“Okay,” Cecilia replied softly.

her for a moment, Mark withdrew his hand and slowly

the bottom, he turned back to ask, “How

silent

bitter tone, she admitted, “We weren’t getting along, so we

she ascended the

her retreating figure,

blind date, a sense of discontent lingered in the depths of

too well that without him and Edwin, she

the one who had

Rena returned, night

study, she discovered Waylen

Rena’s entrance, he swiftly concealed the diary in the drawer, as

chose not