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. ©

uttering those words, Waylen retrieved a set of garments from the

the presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

her. As he was on the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone interrupted the moment with

he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a casual,

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

mentioned, “Dad wants us

other hand… Go

it

merely a pretext; he simply didn’t wish to

his decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in

instructed the driver to take Rena home, while he approached a

them

with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from

wandered to the little girl in

her tender countenance and curly hair, the

he

felt a

sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions

with determination, his demeanor had thrown her

she stood for a prolonged

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

hands on her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile. “You might be right; my back does feel

back to the

she secluded herself within the study, drawing all the

sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she felt a renewed strength

collected Alexis and

over and greeted Rena with warmth,

Rena tenderly caressed the little

blush adorned his

a playful expression,

and Juliette

away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you

response to the question, Rena’s

to shield the elders from embarrassment and anger,

been privy to the events, thanks

making such a request? Rena… Allow me to remind you, indulging him merely because he has done much for you is not wise.

Rena maintained her silence.

tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh

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

o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a

the

rejection

surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly

discreetly wiped

an air of silence enveloped

but a palpable sense of distance separated

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen

bring them together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

and expressed, “Dad, I have a case

surfaced. “Is your case

Waylen’s room. He

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile adorned

ascended the

profound

the back of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with that approach

Rena nodded in agreement.

the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way to the room once

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette in

perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the

head to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the

the

steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist under

are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for me to yearn to be close

eyes held an enigmatic

fixed on the woman

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

heard that women could engage in intimacy

would never willingly subject himself to

even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a wife – a young and beautiful woman carrying

of it was

connection with her, his body seemed to

lying beneath him at

her waist and

that Waylen might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled to overcome

efforts were

don’t you want me to touch you? Look at yourself.

welled up in

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

touched her bulging belly, where his child

presence of his child,

true intimacy required

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

a faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom

the door’s crack, a little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s,

felt a surge of

awkward as she weakly

her appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was dimly

Rena quickly

whose face

never expected that a little child

climbed onto the bed,

stethoscope and placed it on

Waylen was left speechless.