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.

tender strength, Waylen cradled Rena in his arms and gently laid

first time in

this bed, they had shared countless passionate moments. If tomorrow marked the end of days, Waylen’s deepest wish would

there, with fiery passion, they would make love once

had been cautious and

he softly expressed, “Rena, I

Can we be together?”

Rena’s body trembled slightly.

of her eyes, she gently removed the bathrobe from

bared herself for

midst of the night,

with exhaustion and soon drifted off to sleep. However, Alexis

at home. Fully aware not to disturb her parents,

slumber eluded the

girl snugly in a blanket, Waylen carried Alexis to

in a soothing warm,

narration of stories. While she knew them all by heart, she cherished the way her father

her curly hair as he

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

opened her eyes

quite some time. Lexi… You must help your mom take care of your

Alexis remained still.

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

warmly.

Dad. Then you won’t feel cold. I’ll come to visit you during the holidays. My embrace will keep you warm… and you won’t be

Waylen’s throat tightened.

precious girl, overwhelmed by

remarkably clever and

truly didn’t want to leave her. Overcome with affection, he kissed her repeatedly, calling her

welled up in Alexis’

Waylen’s embrace, she asked in a soft voice,

her close and, after a profound silence, he replied in a hushed tone, “I don’t know. Maybe three years, five years… or I might not return

Alexis did not

her father, cherishing his

days had later,

came toa stop, the driver courteously opened

countenance betrayed his

held little regard for Waylen, but over the years, he had witnessed Waylen’s genuine love for

ailment, yet he still made every effort to care for his wife and

couldn’t help but worry about

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

Mark inquired with gentle curiosity, “Is Rena not

of surprise before rising to his feet and answering, “She went to attend to some matters

Waylen had entrusted the Exceed Group to

Mark’s thoughts, rendering him speechless

that’s for the best. I

of the conversation ahead. He smiled warmly and suggested, “Let’s talk in the study on the

to the study on

occasionally glanced up while smoking. “How are you

himself

a moment, he responded softly, “My health isn’t

teacup to Mark, he

some news. It seems that Elvira’s acquisition of the reagent may be linked to her ex-husband. Surveillance footage indicates that her ex-husband, the producer, had

sipped his tea

couldn’t drift along any longer in Braseovell. Now he works as a producer in the country. He definitely has a motive. However, I’ll

Waylen nodded in acknowledgment.

sat in quiet companionship, sharing the soothing

pause, Waylen placed a medical

it with growing astonishment.

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

response, Mark lit

and gently knelt before

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

there, resolute 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

the entire family to me. Oh… If, heaven forbid, you lose your memory,

crossed

search for me. But, who can predict the future? I… I merely want her to continue living with hope. The loss of hope would

previously experienced postpartum

carried

wife

this, Mark’s

silence and gently

Remember to return promptly. Rena and

far-off look in

while, Mark stood up and walked out. To his surprise, he encountered

carried a tray of dishes, their

gazed at her and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket.

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

smile

sympathy. In that moment, she forgot their complicated history and sincerely said, “Thank you for

Mark’s smile diminished.

looked at the little girl he had once cherished, filled with

enough hardships but compared to Waylen, he realized he

pressing matters to attend to and

he gently touched Cecilia’s hair. “I’m leaving. Reach

“Okay,” Cecilia replied softly.

moment, Mark withdrew his

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

silent for

a bitter tone, she admitted, “We weren’t

ascended the

watched her retreating figure,

been pleased by her failed blind date, a

that without him and Edwin, she could effortlessly

the one who

the time Rena

Waylen engrossed in reading his

Rena’s entrance, he swiftly concealed the diary

chose not