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. ©

Waylen retrieved a set

of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

the brink of

was Korbyn, prompting

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

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

the other hand… Go

comprehended it all

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

his decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The

take Rena home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to

Rena found them separated

him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please

wandered to the little girl in

Rena with her tender countenance and curly hair,

acold gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

a

she watched the black sports car slowly vanish,

his demeanor

she stood for a prolonged

and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy,

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

her back to the

within

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

Alexis and headed to the Fowlers’

and greeted Rena with warmth,

caressed the little boy’s

blush

Alexis made a playful expression,

and Juliette joined

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

Rena’s reply

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

to the

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,

Rena maintained her silence.

her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh with

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

Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt

this be the

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

moment, Korbyn surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly

wiped away her

family reunion dinner, an air of silence

but a palpable sense of

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

to bring them together, believing that

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

“Is your case more important than

the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room.

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

faint smile adorned

ascended the stairs with

profound sadness

patting the back of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed

Rena nodded in agreement.

children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made

Waylen stood, cigarette

fixated her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of smoke swiftly vanishing

meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have

the

with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms

couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal

eyes held

his gaze fixed on the

though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your

had heard that women could engage

a man who would never willingly subject himself

recollections, he had always kept his distance from women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a wife – a young and beautiful

of it

her, his

now, she was lying beneath him at the edge

held her waist

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

efforts were

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

up in Rena’s

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

her bulging belly, where his child

of his child, he would never

believed that true intimacy required

interested, his desire waned and he was

faint sound emanated from

the door’s crack, a little head peeked in. In

felt a surge

posture was slightly awkward as she weakly replied,

disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was dimly

Rena quickly

whose face

a little child would

climbed onto the bed, holding something

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

Waylen was left speechless.