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.

Waylen cradled Rena in his arms and

the first time

passionate moments. If tomorrow marked the end of days, Waylen’s deepest wish would be to transport Rena back to

with fiery passion, they would

pregnancy, Waylen had

ear, he softly expressed, “Rena, I yearn to witness your

Can we be together?”

Rena’s body trembled slightly.

the corners of her eyes, she gently

bared herself

night, they returned

overcome with exhaustion and soon drifted off to sleep.

child, she naturally perceived the changing atmosphere at home. Fully aware not

eluded

snugly in a blanket, Waylen carried Alexis to the living room and tenderly comforted

bathed in a

her eyes and listened to his soothing narration of stories.

caressed her

he said, his voice becoming lower and huskier, “Baby, I might have to go

her eyes

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

Alexis remained still.

inquired in a nasal voice, “Dad,

warmly.

voice, suggested, “Take more warm clothes with you, Dad. Then you won’t feel cold. I’ll come to visit you during

Waylen’s throat tightened.

the precious girl, overwhelmed by his

clever and

with affection, he kissed her repeatedly, calling her

welled up

soft voice, “How

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

Alexis did not

her father, cherishing his warm

had later,

the car came toa stop, the driver courteously

countenance betrayed

he held little regard for Waylen, but over the

every effort to care

Mark as he couldn’t help but worry about them

the hall, Mark spotted Waylen sitting on the sofa, engrossed

with gentle curiosity,

surprise before rising to his feet and answering, “She went to

Waylen had entrusted the Exceed Group to

shrouded Mark’s

that’s for the best. I happen to have something

arrival made Waylen suspect the gravity of the conversation ahead. He smiled warmly and suggested, “Let’s talk

ascended to the study on the second

each other, Mark occasionally glanced up while smoking. “How are

himself preparing

moment, he responded softly,

teacup to Mark,

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

sipped his tea

any longer in Braseovell. Now he works as a producer in the country. He definitely has a motive. However, I’ll remain

Waylen nodded in acknowledgment.

sat in quiet companionship, sharing

pause, Waylen placed a medical record on the

it with growing astonishment. He stared at Waylen, shocked by

remembering Rena less and less. Sometimes

Mark lit another

up and gently knelt before

Mark’s fingers as he hurried to assist Waylen up. “What are

in his decision not to rise. In a deep, hoarse voice, he conveyed his concerns. “My father’s age advances, and one day he will pass away. While Rena is capable, she remains a fragile woman, burdened with the responsibility of caring for our two children. Uncle Mark, I implore you

the words hard to bear and, with a frown, he replied, “Waylen, you can’t just entrust the entire family to

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

Rena had previously

she carried another

could only do his utmost to care for his wife and children while his memory allowed him to

Mark’s heart sank

and gently patted Waylen’s shoulder. “! promise

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

with a far-off look in

a while, Mark stood up and walked out. To

a tray of dishes,

and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. He

nodded, a tinge of self-criticism in her response. “I have, but it doesn’t taste very

smile graced Mark’s

sympathy. In that moment, she forgot their complicated history and sincerely said,

Mark’s smile diminished.

little girl he had once cherished,

but compared to

pressing matters to attend to

lips, he gently touched Cecilia’s hair. “I’m leaving. Reach out if you

“Okay,” Cecilia replied softly.

a moment, Mark withdrew his hand and slowly

the bottom, he turned back to ask, “How are you getting along with that

fell silent for

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

she ascended

retreating

failed blind date, a sense of discontent lingered in the

Edwin, she could effortlessly

one who had

Rena returned,

study, she discovered Waylen engrossed

he swiftly concealed the diary in

not to