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

the presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

he was on the brink of delivering a

caller was

countenance. With assurance,

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

hand… Go

it

pretext; he simply didn’t

acquiesced. The two descended

take Rena home, while he approached a

him, Rena found them separated by the

it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please

to the little

and curly hair, the child

he nodded, “Don’t

a sense

the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting

with determination, his demeanor had thrown

for a

sympathized with her plight, compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged

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

her back to

arrival, she secluded herself within the study, drawing all

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 renewed strength stirring

she collected Alexis and headed

rushed over and greeted Rena with

down, Rena tenderly caressed

faint blush adorned his

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

Juliette joined

to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena,

response to the question, Rena’s reply was a

from embarrassment and anger, she

privy to the

me to remind you, indulging him merely because he has done much for you is not wise. You

Rena maintained her silence.

understanding her

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

evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to dine

of the sports car 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…

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

this be the bond of

his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection

couldn’t possibly fathom the depth of his love

wiped

the family reunion dinner, an air of silence enveloped

Rena sat side by side but a palpable

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

to bring them together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity

have

“Is your case

room. He and Rena should have a meaningful conversation tonight and Alexis will sleep

to Korbyn’s

smile

and ascended the stairs with a

felt a profound sadness settle within

patting the back of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with that

Rena nodded in agreement.

she chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep,

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

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

eyes. He then extinguished

the door

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

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

eyes held an

his gaze fixed on the woman embraced in

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

could engage in

would never

he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a wife –

of

he harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to have its own

him at the edge

her waist

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

their efforts

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

welled up in

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

her bulging belly, where

of his child, he would never

that true intimacy

desire waned and he was about to turn over and

faint sound emanated from the

peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s,

felt a surge of

was slightly awkward as she weakly

appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room

Rena quickly straightened

Waylen, whose face

that a

bed, holding something in her

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

Waylen was left speechless.