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 from

he donned the outfit, eliciting her

locked eyes with her. As he was on the

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

the other end of the line, Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated,

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

other hand… Go with

comprehended it all too

was merely a pretext;

readily acquiesced. The two descended

he approached a

them separated

distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain

to the

her tender countenance and curly hair, the child

acold gesture, he nodded,

a

vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and

his demeanor had thrown her into

she stood for a

compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the

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

chauffeured her back to the

she secluded herself within the study,

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

evening, she collected Alexis and headed to

rushed over and

tenderly caressed the little

faint blush adorned his

Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by

Juliette joined

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

question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

and anger, she chose not

to her, Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to his network of

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

Rena maintained her silence.

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

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

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

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 face against

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

this be the

concealed any trace of rejection

possibly fathom the depth of his love for

discreetly wiped away

reunion dinner, an air of

by side but

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen

them together, believing that through

have a case to

displeasure surfaced. “Is your case more

to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have a meaningful conversation tonight and

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

smile adorned Waylen’s

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense of

profound

proposed, “Let’s proceed with that

Rena nodded in agreement.

the two children. After

window, Waylen stood, cigarette in

As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps

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

closed the door

she gently wrapped her arms around his

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

eyes held an enigmatic

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the

sensation aroused a flicker of desire within

heard that women could engage in

a man who would never willingly subject himself to

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

mere thought of

her, his body seemed to have

lying beneath him

he held her waist and caressed

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

efforts

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

up

awkwardly and responded, “I’m pregnant. I

bulging belly, where his child

his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman in

believed that true intimacy required mutual

she didn’t seem interested, his desire waned and he was about

a faint sound emanated from the thick

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

felt a

as

was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was

quickly straightened their

Waylen, whose face

expected that a little child

the bed, holding something in her

toy stethoscope and placed

Waylen was left speechless.