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

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her

attire and locked eyes with her. As he was on the

at the screen, he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting

focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance,

mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner.

other hand… Go

it

busyness was merely a pretext; he

acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in

he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to

found them separated by the car

are distant with me,

thoughts wandered to the little girl in the

with her tender countenance and curly hair,

acold gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

a

she watched the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her—

brimming with determination, his demeanor had thrown her

she stood for a prolonged

“Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your

mustered a forced smile. “You might be

her back to the

herself within the study, drawing

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

Alexis and headed to

and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

caressed the little

blush adorned his

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

Juliette

two children away to indulge in desserts, while

Rena’s reply was a

the elders from embarrassment and anger, she

privy to the events, thanks to his

for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s troubled past, do you? In any case, tolerance

Rena maintained her silence.

tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh with Waylen

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

the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family

of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint of tenderness in

the bond of

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

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

discreetly wiped away

the family reunion dinner, an air of silence

but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing

to bring them together, believing that through physical

lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case

surfaced. “Is your case more important than your

with Juliette, Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room.

ever loyal to

smile adorned

the stairs with

felt a profound sadness settle

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she

Waylen stood, cigarette

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

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

closed the door

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

I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for me to

eyes held an

fixed on the woman

aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your craving

could engage in intimacy after the

a man who would never

However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he

of it

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

she was lying beneath him at the

her waist and caressed her

feared that Waylen might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close to him,

efforts were in

much? Why don’t you want me

up in Rena’s

and responded, “I’m

touched her bulging belly,

for the presence of his child, he would never be

that true intimacy

waned and he was about

a faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom

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

a

awkward as she weakly

was disheveled, she was

Rena quickly straightened

Waylen, whose

never expected that a little child would

climbed onto the bed, holding

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

Waylen was left speechless.