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. ©

retrieved a

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet,

As he was on the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone interrupted the

he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him

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

up, he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner. ‘m a bit

the other hand… Go with the

it all

pretext; he simply

acquiesced. The two descended the stairs

home, while he approached a sleek

found them

you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite

to the little

and curly hair, the child exuded

acold gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

felt a sense of

sports car slowly vanish, conflicting

his demeanor had thrown her into

stood for a

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

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

her back to the

she secluded herself within the study, drawing

reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording

Alexis and headed to

entering, Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena with

tenderly caressed

faint blush

Edwin’s flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should feel

Juliette

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

response to the question, Rena’s

to shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she

unbeknownst to her, Korbyn had been privy to the events,

Rena… 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, tolerance is not

Rena maintained her silence.

her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be

within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving

Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis,

this be the

his son cradling his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his face, though a touch of sadness lingered in his

possibly fathom

wiped away her

family reunion dinner, an air of silence enveloped

side but a palpable sense of distance separated

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

that through physical intimacy,

and expressed, “Dad, I have a case to handle. I must

case more

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

to Korbyn’s

faint smile adorned

ascended the stairs with a

felt a profound sadness settle within

Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with

Rena nodded in agreement.

stairs immediately, she chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she

Waylen stood,

upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled,

her eyes. He then extinguished the

closed the door

her

to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for me to yearn to be close to

held an enigmatic

fixed on the

and submissive, as though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and

engage in intimacy after the first

who would never

had always kept his distance from women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with

thought of it

connection with her, his

she was lying beneath him at the edge

waist and

harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close to

efforts

much? Why don’t you want me to touch you? Look at

welled up

averted her gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t want

tenderly touched her bulging belly, where his

weren’t for the presence of his child,

believed that true

interested, his desire waned and he was about to turn over and head to the

faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom

crack, a little head peeked in. In

a surge

as she

was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was

and Rena quickly straightened

Waylen, whose face

never expected that a

bed, holding something

then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously

Waylen was left speechless.