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 set of garments from the

presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

he was on the brink of delivering a

he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a casual,

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

mentioned, “Dad wants us

other hand… Go

comprehended it all

a pretext; he simply didn’t

his decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two

Rena home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren,

Rena found them separated by the

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

thoughts wandered to the little girl

and curly hair, the

gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

felt a

she watched the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions

his demeanor had thrown her into

for a prolonged

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

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

her back

she secluded herself within the study, drawing all

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

the evening, she collected Alexis and

Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted

down, Rena tenderly caressed

blush adorned

a playful expression, thinking he should feel

and Juliette joined

desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you seen

Rena’s

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

Korbyn had been privy to the events,

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

Rena maintained her silence.

understanding her reluctance to be harsh

within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with a

Waylen returned. The

Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

had never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory.

the bond

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

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

wiped away her

family reunion dinner, an air of silence

side but

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

to vulnerability,

believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity

lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case to

case

Juliette, Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have

loyal to

faint smile adorned Waylen’s

and ascended the stairs with a sense

felt a profound sadness settle

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

ascending the stairs immediately, she chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way to the room once inhabited by

window, Waylen

gaze upon his perfect profile. As he

eyes. He then extinguished the

the door

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

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

eyes held

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the

submissive, as though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your

women could engage in intimacy after the first three

was a man who would never

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

thought of it was

emotional connection with her, his

was lying beneath him at the

held her waist and caressed

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

efforts

me very much? Why don’t you want me to touch you? Look at yourself.

welled up

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

tenderly touched her bulging

his child, he would

true intimacy required

waned and he was about to turn over and head to

sound emanated from

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

felt a surge of

awkward as she weakly replied,

was fortunate that the room was dimly

quickly straightened

whose face

expected that a little child would interrupt

onto the bed,

toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest.

Waylen was left speechless.