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. ©

retrieved a set of garments from

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

on the brink of delivering a taunt,

caller 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… I’ll bring her back for

wants us back for dinner.

the other hand… Go

it

merely a pretext;

readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in hushed

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

found them separated

you are distant with me, but…

thoughts wandered to the little

countenance and curly hair,

acold gesture, he

felt a

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness

determination, his demeanor had thrown her

for a prolonged

board the car first. Considering

smile. “You might be right; my

her back to

herself within the study, drawing

the dimly lit confines of the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by

she collected Alexis and headed

over and greeted Rena with

Rena tenderly caressed the little boy’s

faint blush

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

and Juliette

two children away to indulge in desserts, while

question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to

privy to the events, thanks to his network of

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

Rena maintained her silence.

understanding her reluctance to be harsh

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

Waylen returned. The Fowler

the dark silhouette of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

he had never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint

the bond of

granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his face, though a touch of

possibly fathom the depth of his

discreetly wiped away her

the family reunion dinner, an air

side but a palpable sense of distance

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing Waylen

that through physical

expressed, “Dad, I have a case

surfaced. “Is your case more

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

ever loyal to

faint smile adorned Waylen’s

lit a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a

profound sadness settle within

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

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

presence, Waylen turned his head to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette

the

with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist under his unwavering

Waylen, we are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for me to yearn to be

held

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the

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

heard that women could engage in intimacy after the first

was a man who would never willingly subject himself

women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a

thought of

emotional connection with her,

she was lying beneath him at the

waist and

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

their efforts

much? Why don’t you want me to touch you? Look at yourself. You weren’t turned on at all…

up in Rena’s

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

bulging

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

true

waned and he was about to turn over and head to the

sound emanated from the

head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of

felt a surge of

was slightly awkward as she weakly replied, “I’m

appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room

Rena quickly

whose

a little child would interrupt

bed, holding something in her

father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously

Waylen was left speechless.