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

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet,

he was on the brink of delivering a taunt,

the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a

to Rena’s countenance. With assurance,

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

hand… Go with the child

comprehended it

was merely a pretext; he simply didn’t wish

acquiesced. The two descended

home, while he approached a sleek black

him, Rena found them separated

when you are distant with me, but…

the little girl in the

tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded undeniable

he

felt a sense of

vanish,

determination, his demeanor had thrown her into

stood for

approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car

her hands on her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile. “You might be

back to

she secluded herself within the study, drawing all the

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

Alexis

over and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

tenderly caressed

faint blush adorned

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

and Juliette

to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired

question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

shield the elders from embarrassment and

to

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

Rena maintained her silence.

understanding her reluctance to be

concern for both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with

evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

be the bond of

any trace of rejection

that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom

wiped away her

the family reunion dinner, an air

by side but a palpable sense of distance separated

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen

bring them together, believing that

“Dad, I have a case to handle. I must

case

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

to Korbyn’s wishes,

smile adorned Waylen’s

ascended the stairs with a

felt a profound sadness settle within

hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with that approach for now. Just endure

Rena nodded in agreement.

After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made

Waylen stood, cigarette

the doorway, Rena fixated her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of

He then extinguished the cigarette and

the door

her arms around his waist under

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

held an

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced

to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him,

that women could engage in intimacy after the first

man who would never willingly subject himself

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

thought of

harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to

she was lying beneath him at

held her waist and caressed

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

efforts

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

welled up in Rena’s

averted her gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m

her bulging belly,

his child, he would never be

that true intimacy required

he

faint sound emanated from the thick

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

a surge

was slightly awkward as she weakly replied,

was fortunate that the room

Rena quickly

Waylen, whose

that a little child would

bed, holding something in her

father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on

Waylen was left speechless.