A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Before Rena could react, Waylen had pressed her down on the sofa.

She found herself in an awkward position, but her gaze remained fixed on him with longing.

She couldn’t help reaching out to touch his handsome face, from his eyebrows to his nose, cherishing the memory of the man she loved. Her voice choked with emotion, she confessed, “Yes… I love you very much.”

Waylen stopped her hand from caressing his face.

In an unexpected turn, he flipped opened her loose dress, exposing her bulging belly.

It was soft and tender.

Rena’s body tensed as Waylen’s slender finger gently grazed her stomach.

She hadn’t been intimate in a long time.

Feeling the touch of the man she loved, it was impossible for her not to feel anything.

Her body reacted involuntarily.

“Do you want to do it?” he whispered in her ear, his voice husky.

“Ive heard that women at this stage of pregnancy have strong desires.”

Embarrassment mixed with anger surged within Rena.

She was not afraid of him growing distant; she was afraid of him becoming cold-hearted and cruel.

Waylen released her, adjusting his shirt casually. “Miss Gordon, do you want a husband or a man who can satisfy your needs? Think it through, and then we can have a proper conversation.”

Rena’s eyebrows twitched with frustration, but she gathered her dress with trembling hands.

Her voice was soft as she asked, “Do you want to divorce me?”

Waylen observed the blue veins on her forehead.

He found them oddly captivating.

He couldn’t resist gently touching them, but he responded ruthlessly, “No, I won’t. After all, we still have two children to raise.”

Waylen looked at Rena, finding her undeniably beautiful even in her pregnant state.

But living with a woman was not something he was interested in.

He went into the study and returned with a document in his hand.

Then, he gently handed her the document.

Sitting across from her, he looked composed and formal.

“Miss Gordon, I’m willing to raise our two children together,” he said with an air of detachment. “But you need to sign this separation agreement. Once you do, I’ll provide you with the corresponding alimony and visit the children once a week.”

Rena felt a sense of humiliation wash over her.

She couldn’t help but think that this was no different from divorce.

She considered pleading with him to reconsider, but she knew it would only push him further away

In fact, she should be glad.

Inwardly, she acknowledged that at least he was acknowledging their children’s existence, but her heart remained heavy.

The man she loved was sitting before her, and yet she couldn’t even embrace him, fearing his aversion. She couldn’t figure out what he was thinking about her and Elvira.

But she could never compete with a dead person.

Rena read through the separation agreement he had drawn up.

It outlined the custody of the children and a monthly alimony of two million dollars. He would visit once a week, but otherwise, they would not see each other. Of course, if there was an important activity that needed them to attend together, the other party had to unconditionally cooperate. The agreement also emphasized the need for marital loyalty.

Waylen stood up and suggested, “Take your time to think about it.”

He had something else to do in the law office, so he went into the cloakroom of the main bedroom and was about to change his clothes.

No sooner had he taken off his shirt than she followed him in.

Rena followed him, her heart urging her not to accept the separation. She stepped closer to him and said firmly, “Waylen, I don’t want to live apart from you.”

Frowning slightly, Waylen looked at her.

He put his hand on the belt and saw her still standing there.

Her face was red and her nose was red, as if she had cried.

She looked like she was easy to be picked on.

“Do you want to watch me change my clothes that much?” he questioned with a hoarse voice. “Mrs. Fowler, I haven’t had sex in a long time. If you want, let’s do it now.”

Rena refused.

She knew that he was merely using her as an object of desire, devoid of any emotional connection.

However, Waylen proceeded to kiss her, his movements lacking in experience.

Instinctively, he pressed her against the cabinet door, forcing her to kiss him.

Rena’s reflection in the mirror showed tears streaming down her face.

Waylen let go of her with a cold smile. “What a disappointment,” he remarked, holding her chin and touching the tip of her trembling tongue with his fingers.

His voice was low as he stated, “Don’t expect too much. Isn’t it better for both of us if we each take what we need?”

Though he resisted the idea of marriage, the fact that he was still legally bound to Rena could not be ignored.

He was a lawyer, after all, and his reputation mattered.

Divorcing her would expose him to ridicule, so maintaining the appearance of a marriage was essential. If she was willing to, they could even solve each other’s physiological needs every once in a while

According to the separation agreement, he would spend the night at her place once a week. Accompanying the children was the second reason. The main reason was he also had physiological needs.

Rena’s willingness to sign the agreement would be a wise decision in his eyes. ©

those words, Waylen retrieved a set of garments from the

of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her

exchanged his attire and locked eyes with her. As he was on the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone

screen, he noticed the caller was Korbyn,

the line, Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated,

he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for

on the other hand… Go with the

it

was merely a pretext; he simply didn’t wish

readily acquiesced. The two descended

to take Rena home, while he approached a sleek black

found them

composed tone, she addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from saying such things in her

the little girl

Rena with her tender countenance and curly hair, the

gesture, he

a sense of

she watched the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and

his demeanor

she stood for

plight, compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your

forced smile. “You might be right; my back does feel a tad

back to

herself within

recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she felt a renewed

evening, she collected Alexis

over and greeted Rena with

Rena tenderly caressed the

faint blush

Alexis made a playful expression, thinking

and Juliette

the two children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have

the question, Rena’s reply was a

the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose

Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to

Allow me to remind you, indulging him merely because he has done much for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s troubled past, do you? In any case,

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh with

Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with a throbbing

the evening, Waylen returned.

the dark silhouette of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

had never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint of tenderness in his

be the bond of

his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his face, though a touch

possibly fathom the depth of his love for

wiped

reunion dinner, an air of

side but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen

together, believing that through physical

Waylen dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a

surfaced. “Is your case

knowing glance with Juliette, Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile

cigarette and ascended the

a profound sadness settle

of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with

Rena nodded in agreement.

remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made

the window, Waylen stood,

doorway, Rena fixated her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the

meet her eyes. He then extinguished

closed the door

steps, she gently wrapped her arms around

I don’t wish to be apart from you.

held an

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced

belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he

engage in intimacy after

a man who would never willingly

though he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a wife

of it

he harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to have its

was lying beneath him

her waist and caressed

Waylen might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to be

efforts were in

very much? Why don’t

up in

responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t

touched her bulging belly, where his

for the presence of his child, he would never

true intimacy required mutual

she didn’t seem interested, his desire waned and he was about

a faint sound emanated from the thick

head peeked in. In

felt a surge

slightly awkward as she weakly

appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate

quickly

Waylen, whose face

a

the bed,

into her father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill

Waylen was left speechless.