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

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

exchanged his attire and locked eyes with her. As he was on the

he noticed the caller was

end of 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

mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner.

hand… Go with the

it

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

The two descended the stairs

home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren,

found them separated by the car

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

wandered to the little girl in the

with her tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded undeniable

gesture, he nodded,

a sense

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her—

demeanor had

stood for

with her plight, compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car

Rena mustered a forced smile. “You might

chauffeured her back

within the study,

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

Alexis

and greeted Rena with warmth,

tenderly caressed the little

blush adorned

expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by such frequent

Juliette

desserts,

Rena’s reply

shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she

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

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 still begged you to get back

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to

Rena and Waylen stirred within

o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it. “Dad, I missed you so

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

had never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet,

be the bond of

rejection on

that moment, Korbyn surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the depth of his

wiped away her

reunion dinner, an air of silence enveloped them

sat side by side but a palpable

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

Rena couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

to bring them together, believing that through physical

Waylen dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case to handle. I must return to

case more

tidy up Waylen’s room. He

loyal to Korbyn’s

faint smile adorned Waylen’s

ascended the

a profound sadness settle

“Let’s proceed with that

Rena nodded in agreement.

chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing

Waylen stood, cigarette in

As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled,

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

the door

she gently wrapped her arms around his waist under his unwavering

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

eyes held an

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced in

aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired,

could engage in intimacy after the

would never willingly

his recollections, he had always kept his distance from women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any

thought of it

harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to

was lying beneath him

he held her waist and

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

efforts were in

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

welled up

her gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m pregnant.

her bulging belly, where

of his child, he would never be aroused

that true intimacy required

his desire waned and he was about to

a faint sound emanated from the

in. In a voice reminiscent of

a

awkward as she

appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate

quickly straightened their

Waylen, whose face

that a little child would interrupt

the bed,

and placed

Waylen was left speechless.