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. ©

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of Rena, he donned

As he was on the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone interrupted the moment with

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

countenance. With assurance, he

mentioned, “Dad wants us back

on the other hand… Go

it

a pretext; he simply

acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in hushed

Rena home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to

them separated by the car

addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from saying such things in her

to the little girl

countenance and curly

gesture, he

a sense

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness

demeanor had thrown her

stood for

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

her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile. “You might be right;

her back to

within the study, drawing

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

Alexis

rushed over and greeted Rena with

down, Rena tenderly caressed the little boy’s

blush

flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking

and Juliette joined

indulge in desserts,

Rena’s reply

and anger, she chose not to

Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to

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

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh

and concern for both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly

evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family

her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

this be the bond

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

possibly fathom the depth

discreetly wiped

dinner, an air of

side by side but a

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

bring them together, believing that through physical

have a case to handle. I must

“Is your case

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

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

smile adorned Waylen’s

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense

profound

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

As he smoked, he inhaled

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

the door

wrapped her arms around his

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

held an

leaned in, his gaze fixed

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

women could engage in intimacy after the first

man who would never

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

thought of it was

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

she was lying beneath him at

held her waist and caressed

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

efforts were in

“Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want

welled up

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

her bulging belly, where

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

believed that true intimacy

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

sound emanated from

door’s crack, a little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a

a surge of

awkward as she weakly

was fortunate

and Rena quickly straightened

whose face

a little

bed, holding something in her

into her father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed

Waylen was left speechless.