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

Rena, he donned

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

was

the line, Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll bring her back

wants us back for

on the other hand… Go with the child

it all too

busyness was merely a pretext; he simply didn’t

readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in hushed

home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to step

Rena found them

addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but…

thoughts wandered to the little

and

he nodded, “Don’t

felt a sense

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her—

determination, his demeanor had thrown

stood for a prolonged

and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board

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

back to the

secluded herself within

reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed

eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

down, Rena tenderly caressed

blush

playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by

and Juliette

children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn

to the question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

from embarrassment and anger, she

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

asked deliberately, “Aren’t you angry at him for making such a request? 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 a sustainable solution. You slapped him so many times, but he

Rena maintained her silence.

her reluctance

and concern for both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly

o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler

Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint

the

of rejection on

couldn’t possibly fathom the depth

discreetly wiped

reunion dinner, an air of silence enveloped them

by side but a palpable

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

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

“Is your case more important

up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have a meaningful

loyal to

smile adorned

and ascended the

a profound

back of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with that approach for now. Just

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette

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

presence, Waylen turned his head to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have you learned to tell on

the door

gently wrapped her arms around his waist

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

held

his gaze fixed

sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your craving for me that

had heard that women could engage in

was a man who would never

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

of it was

harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed

she was lying beneath him at the edge

held her waist and caressed

the baby, so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled to overcome her inhibitions

their efforts were in

Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me to touch you?

up

gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m

her bulging

knew that if it weren’t for the presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant

that true intimacy required

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

faint sound emanated from the thick

head peeked in. In a

felt a

posture was slightly awkward as she

was disheveled, she was fortunate that

and Rena quickly straightened

whose face

expected that a little child

bed, holding something in

nestled into her father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it

Waylen was left speechless.