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. ©

a set

presence of Rena, he donned

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

the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with

Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with

nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner. ‘m

hand… Go with the child

it all too

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

Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in

he

Rena found them

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

tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded undeniable

he nodded,

felt a

vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped

determination, his demeanor had

for a prolonged

compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car

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

chauffeured her back to

herself within the study,

Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on

evening, she collected Alexis and headed to

rushed over and greeted

caressed the little

faint blush adorned

made a playful expression, thinking he

and Juliette joined

in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of

question, Rena’s reply was

embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge

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 times, but he still begged you to get back

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be

stirred within Korbyn’s

returned. The Fowler

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the bond of

son cradling his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection

couldn’t possibly fathom the depth of

discreetly wiped

dinner, an air

sat side by side but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

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

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

surfaced. “Is your case

“Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should

to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile adorned

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with

profound sadness settle

proceed with that approach for

Rena nodded in agreement.

downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way to

Waylen stood, cigarette

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

extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have you learned to

the door

her arms around his waist under

I don’t wish to be apart from

held an

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman

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

heard that women could engage in intimacy

who would never

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

of it

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

him at the

waist and caressed

that Waylen might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled to overcome her inhibitions and

their efforts were

her ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me to

up in Rena’s

and responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t want to

touched her bulging

the presence of his child, he

that true

his desire waned and he was about to turn

emanated from the thick bedroom

little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of

felt a

posture was slightly awkward as she weakly replied, “I’m

appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate

quickly straightened

Waylen, whose

expected that a little child would

onto the bed, holding something in

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

Waylen was left speechless.