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

the presence of Rena, he donned the

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

he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer

the line, Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay…

us back for

other hand…

comprehended it all too

purported busyness was merely a pretext; he simply

The two descended the stairs

driver to take Rena home, while he approached a sleek

found them separated by the car

“Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but…

thoughts wandered to the little girl in

her tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded undeniable

acold gesture, he

felt a sense of

watched the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped

brimming with determination, his demeanor had

for

Fowler, do board the car first. Considering

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

back to the

arrival, she secluded herself within the study, drawing

the recording on the voice recorder left behind by

evening, she collected Alexis and headed

eagerly rushed over and

tenderly caressed

blush

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

and Juliette

indulge in desserts, while

the question, Rena’s reply was a

the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to

her, Korbyn had been privy to

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 solution. You slapped

Rena maintained her silence.

her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to

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

evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the bond

Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his face, though

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

wiped

reunion dinner, an air of

Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense of

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

them together, believing that through physical intimacy,

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

case

knowing 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 will sleep with

to Korbyn’s wishes,

faint smile adorned Waylen’s

ascended the stairs with a sense of

a profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to

window, Waylen stood,

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

to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have you learned to tell on

closed the

wrapped her arms around his waist under his

are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for

held an

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

to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within

had heard that women could engage in intimacy after the

who would never willingly subject himself to

remember any of it, he found himself with a wife – a young and beautiful

mere thought of it was

no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to have

beneath him at the edge of

held her waist and

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

efforts

mocking whisper in her ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me to touch you? Look

welled up

awkwardly and responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t want to do

tenderly touched her bulging

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

believed that true intimacy required mutual

didn’t seem interested, his desire waned and he

sound emanated from the thick

head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a

felt a surge of

posture was slightly awkward as she

was fortunate that the room was

quickly straightened their

Waylen, whose

never expected that a little child

the bed, holding something

she nestled into her father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill and I’ll treat

Waylen was left speechless.