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. ©

those words, Waylen retrieved a set of

of Rena, he donned the outfit,

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

the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer

to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes,

wants us back for dinner.

the other hand… Go with the child

comprehended it

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

decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended

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

them separated by the car

are distant with me, but… Alexis is

to the little girl in the

tender countenance and

he nodded,

a sense of

vanish,

determination, his demeanor had thrown

for a prolonged

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

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

back to the

she secluded herself within

the dimly lit 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

she collected Alexis and headed to

over and greeted

down, Rena tenderly caressed the

faint blush

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

Juliette

desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you seen

Rena’s

embarrassment and

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

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

Rena maintained her silence.

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

Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly

seven o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The

her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

be the bond of

his son cradling his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his face,

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

wiped away her

dinner, an air of silence enveloped

and Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing

them together, believing that

“Dad, I have a case to handle.

“Is your case more

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

smile adorned

and ascended the stairs with a sense of

a profound sadness

Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled,

He then extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have you learned to tell on me

the door

wrapped her arms around his waist under

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

eyes held an

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced in his

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

could engage in intimacy after

a man who would

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

mere thought of it was

her, his body seemed to have

him at the edge of the

he held her waist and

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

their efforts were in

ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me to

up

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

her bulging belly,

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

believed that true intimacy

interested, his desire waned and he was about to turn over and head to

sound emanated from the thick

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

a

posture was slightly awkward as she

disheveled, she was fortunate that the

quickly straightened their

whose face

that a little

climbed onto the bed, holding something in

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

Waylen was left speechless.