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. ©

a set

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet, attentive

he was on the brink

the screen, he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him

to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated,

up, he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner.

the other hand… Go with the child

comprehended it

purported busyness was merely a pretext; he simply didn’t wish to fetch

Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended

instructed the driver to take Rena home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to step

them separated by

a composed tone, she addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is

thoughts wandered to the little

her tender countenance and curly

gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

felt a sense of

vanish, conflicting

determination, his demeanor had thrown her into

for a

plight, compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged standing isn’t

waist, Rena mustered a forced smile. “You might be right;

her back

herself within the study, drawing all the

the dimly lit confines of the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she felt a

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed to the

over and greeted Rena with

tenderly caressed the little

faint blush

flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by such frequent

and Juliette

indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have

Rena’s reply was a gentle

shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to

been privy to the events, thanks to his network

much for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s troubled past,

Rena maintained her silence.

understanding her reluctance to be harsh with

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

the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing

her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

this be the bond of

rejection on his face, though a

couldn’t possibly fathom

discreetly wiped

dinner, an air of silence enveloped

by side but a palpable

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

Rena couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity

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

“Is your case

up Waylen’s room. He and

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

faint smile

cigarette and ascended the stairs with

profound

“Let’s proceed with that approach for

Rena nodded in agreement.

downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to

Waylen stood, cigarette

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

extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have you learned to tell

closed the

measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist under his

knows. Waylen, we are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for

held an enigmatic

in, his gaze fixed on the

submissive, as though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a

engage in intimacy

would never willingly subject himself to

even though he couldn’t remember any

thought of it was

he harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed

now, she was lying beneath him at the edge of the

he held her waist

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

their efforts were in

me very much? Why don’t you want

welled up in Rena’s

and responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t want

her bulging belly, where his

presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant

that true intimacy required mutual

interested, his desire waned and he

sound emanated from the

head peeked in. In a voice

a surge

posture was slightly awkward as

appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that

and Rena quickly straightened their

Waylen, whose

expected that a little child would

the bed, holding

placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad

Waylen was left speechless.