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. ©

a set of garments

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

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

was

the 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…

“Dad wants us back for dinner. ‘m a

other hand… Go with the

comprehended it

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

his decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the

take Rena home, while he approached

found them separated by

a composed tone, she addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from saying

the little girl

her tender countenance and curly

he nodded, “Don’t

a sense of

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

demeanor had thrown her

stood for

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

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

back to the

she secluded herself within the study,

to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless

Alexis and

and greeted Rena

tenderly caressed

faint blush

a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed

and Juliette

away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired

question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

and anger, she chose not to divulge certain

her, Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks

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

Rena maintained her silence.

her reluctance to be harsh with

both Rena and Waylen stirred within

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

wrapping

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the bond of

any trace of rejection on his face,

Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom

wiped

an air of silence

side but a palpable sense of distance

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

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

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

surfaced. “Is your case more important than

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s

faint smile adorned Waylen’s

and ascended the stairs with a sense

profound sadness

“Let’s proceed with that

Rena nodded in agreement.

After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of smoke swiftly vanishing into the

her 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

I don’t wish to be apart from

held

his gaze fixed on

pliant and submissive, as though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily

had heard that women could engage

who would never

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

of it

emotional connection with her,

was lying beneath him

held her waist and

desire to be close to him, she struggled to

efforts were 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 weren’t turned

welled up

responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t

touched her bulging belly, where his child

that if it weren’t for the presence of his child,

true intimacy required

seem interested, his desire waned and he was about to

sound emanated from the thick

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

a

as

was fortunate that the room

quickly straightened their

whose

a little child would interrupt

climbed onto the bed, holding something

embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it

Waylen was left speechless.