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. ©

Waylen retrieved a set of garments from

presence of Rena, he donned

her. As he was on the brink

noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with

spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll bring her back for

up, he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for

hand… Go with the

comprehended it all

busyness was merely a pretext;

decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The

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

Rena found them separated by the car

you are distant with

the little

and curly hair, the child exuded undeniable

he nodded,

felt a

black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped

his demeanor had thrown her into

stood for a prolonged

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

hands on her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile.

chauffeured her back

she secluded herself within the study,

the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After

evening, she collected Alexis and headed

rushed over and greeted Rena

tenderly caressed

blush adorned his

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

Juliette joined

away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired

response to the question, Rena’s reply was a

from embarrassment and anger, she chose

been privy to the events, thanks to

remind you, indulging him merely because he has done much for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s troubled past, do you? In any case, tolerance is not a sustainable solution. You slapped him so many

Rena maintained her silence.

recognized her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to

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

evening, Waylen returned.

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he

the bond

his son cradling his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his

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

discreetly wiped

dinner, an air of silence enveloped them

sat side by side but

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing

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

have a case

your case more important than

room. He and Rena should have a meaningful conversation

to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile adorned

the stairs with a sense

profound sadness settle within

back of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with that approach for now. Just endure it a little

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

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette

him from the doorway, Rena fixated her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the

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

the

she gently wrapped her arms around his waist

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

held

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced

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

could engage in intimacy after the

a man who would never willingly subject himself

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

mere thought of it was

her,

lying beneath him at the edge

waist and

desire to be close to him, she

efforts were in

Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me to touch you? Look at yourself. You weren’t turned on

welled up in

gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m

her bulging belly, where

it weren’t for the presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman

that true intimacy required mutual

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

a faint sound emanated from

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

felt a surge

as she weakly

she was fortunate that the room

Rena quickly straightened

whose

expected that a little child

onto the bed, holding

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

Waylen was left speechless.