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. ©

words, Waylen retrieved a

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet, attentive

eyes with her. As he was on the

the caller was Korbyn, prompting him

Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll bring her back for dinner

us back for

on the other hand…

comprehended it

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

acquiesced. The

while he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing

found them separated by the

deal with it when you are distant with me, but…

wandered to the little girl in

her tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded

gesture, he nodded,

felt a sense of

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and sorrow

determination, his demeanor had thrown her

for a

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

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

back

secluded herself within the study, drawing

to the recording on the voice recorder left

Alexis and headed to the Fowlers’

Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted

down, Rena tenderly caressed

blush adorned his

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

Juliette joined

indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have

question, Rena’s reply was a

embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge

to the events, thanks to

for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh with Waylen

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

in the evening, Waylen returned.

halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it. “Dad, I missed

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt

be the bond

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

Korbyn surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the

discreetly wiped

reunion dinner, an air

Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense of

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

Rena couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

that

have a case to handle. I must return to the law

your case more important than

the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile adorned

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense of

a profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette in

fixated her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he

extinguished

closed the door

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

be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for

eyes held

his gaze fixed on the woman embraced

though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he

heard that women could engage in intimacy after

a man who would never

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

mere thought of it

harbored no emotional connection with her, his body

beneath him at

waist and caressed her

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

their efforts

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

welled up in

and responded, “I’m pregnant.

her bulging belly, where

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

true intimacy required

his desire waned and he was about

emanated

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

felt a surge

slightly awkward as she weakly

disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was dimly

Rena quickly straightened their

Waylen, whose

a little child would interrupt

climbed onto the bed, holding something

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.