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. ©

uttering those words, Waylen retrieved a

the presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

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

at the screen, he noticed the caller was

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

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

hand…

comprehended it all

pretext; he simply didn’t

acquiesced. The two descended

he approached a sleek

Rena found them separated by the car

distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain

to the

her tender countenance and curly

acold gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

felt a sense

black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and

determination, his demeanor had thrown her into

she stood for a

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

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

back to the

within the study, drawing all the

the dimly lit confines of the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she felt a renewed strength stirring

evening, she collected Alexis and

rushed over and greeted Rena with warmth,

caressed

blush

playful expression, thinking

Juliette

children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of

the question, Rena’s reply was a

from embarrassment and anger,

Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to

you is not wise. You don’t need me to

Rena maintained her silence.

recognized her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be

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

evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it. “Dad, I missed you so

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

memory. Yet, carrying Alexis,

be the bond of

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

Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the depth of

discreetly wiped away

the family reunion dinner, an air of

by side but a

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing

that through physical intimacy, familiarity might gradually

“Dad, I have a case to handle. I must return to

“Is your case

whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have a meaningful conversation tonight

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

smile

the stairs with a sense

felt a profound sadness

her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with

Rena nodded in agreement.

children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way to the room

Waylen stood, cigarette

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 learned to

the

with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his

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

eyes held

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the

a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily

that women could engage

a man who would never willingly subject himself to

always kept his distance from women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a wife – a young

of

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

lying beneath him at the edge of

held her waist and

desire to be close to him, she struggled to

efforts were

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

welled up in

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

tenderly touched her bulging

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

that true

she didn’t seem interested, his desire waned and he was about to turn over and head to

a faint sound emanated

In a voice reminiscent

a surge of

slightly awkward as she weakly

appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room

quickly

Waylen, whose

never expected that a little child would interrupt

onto the bed, holding something in

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

Waylen was left speechless.