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

donned the

with her. As he was on the brink of delivering a taunt,

at the screen, he noticed the caller was

Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll

wants us back for

other hand… Go

it all

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

acquiesced. The two

he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to step

Rena found them

you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from saying

thoughts wandered to the

and

gesture, he nodded,

a sense of

slowly vanish, conflicting

demeanor had thrown her into

for a

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

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

chauffeured her back to

arrival, she secluded herself within the study,

dimly lit confines of the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind

collected Alexis and headed to the Fowlers’

Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena with warmth,

tenderly caressed the little

faint blush

a playful expression, thinking he should feel

and Juliette

the two children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn

Rena’s

the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not

privy to the events, thanks to his

a shrewd gleam, he asked deliberately, “Aren’t you angry at him for 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

Rena maintained her silence.

understanding her

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

returned. The Fowler

dark silhouette of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint of tenderness in

the bond

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

Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the depth of his

discreetly wiped

family reunion dinner, an air of silence

by side but a palpable sense of

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

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

meal, Waylen dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case to

your case more important

Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have a meaningful conversation

to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

smile adorned

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a

a profound sadness settle within

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette

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

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

closed the

steps, she gently wrapped her arms

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

eyes held an

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on

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

could engage in intimacy after the

a man who would never willingly subject

any of it, he found himself with a wife –

thought of it

emotional connection with her, his body

she was lying beneath him at the edge of

her waist

harm the baby, so despite her desire to be

their efforts

Why don’t

welled up in

“I’m pregnant. I

tenderly touched her bulging belly, where

the presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a

believed that true intimacy required mutual

seem interested, his desire waned and he was about to turn over and

emanated from the thick

In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s, she

a

as

she was

Rena quickly

whose face

that a little

onto the bed, holding something in her

and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s

Waylen was left speechless.