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. ©

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he donned the outfit, eliciting her

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

the screen, he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to

other 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

nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner.

on the other hand… Go with

it

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

readily acquiesced. The two descended the

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

them separated

“Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant

the little

with her tender countenance and curly hair, the

he

a sense

the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and sorrow

determination, his demeanor had thrown her into

for a

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

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

her back

arrival, she secluded herself within the study, drawing all the

the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice

evening, she collected Alexis and

Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted

down, Rena tenderly caressed

faint blush adorned his

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

and Juliette joined

children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn

question, Rena’s

elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose

had been privy to the events,

Rena with a shrewd gleam, he 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

Rena maintained her silence.

her reluctance to be harsh with Waylen

and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly

seven o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned.

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

be the bond

any trace of rejection

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

wiped away her

reunion dinner, an air of silence enveloped

by side but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

to vulnerability,

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

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

surfaced. “Is your case more

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s

faint smile adorned

the stairs with a

profound sadness settle within

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the

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

the door

gently wrapped her arms around his

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

eyes held an enigmatic

in, his gaze fixed

aroused a flicker of desire

had heard that women could engage in intimacy after the first three

would never

he couldn’t remember any of it, he

mere thought of

no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to have its

she was lying beneath him at the edge

waist and caressed her

despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled

efforts were in

whisper in her ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me to touch you? Look at yourself. You

up in Rena’s

“I’m pregnant. I don’t want

bulging belly, where his child

if it weren’t for the presence of his child, he would never be aroused

that true intimacy required mutual

and he

sound emanated

a little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s, she called out,

felt a surge of

slightly awkward as she

was disheveled, she was

quickly straightened

whose

never expected that a little child

climbed onto the bed, holding

out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill and I’ll treat

Waylen was left speechless.