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 of garments from the

the presence of Rena, he donned the outfit,

and locked eyes with her. As he was on the brink of delivering a

the screen, he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to

end of the line, Korbyn 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 dinner

“Dad wants us

the other hand… Go with the

comprehended it

pretext;

The two descended the stairs in

instructed the driver to take Rena home, while he approached

him, Rena found them separated

it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please

wandered to the little girl

her tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded

acold gesture, he nodded,

felt a sense of

black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions

demeanor had thrown

stood for a prolonged

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

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

chauffeured her back to the

herself within the study,

the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen.

evening, she collected Alexis and headed to

rushed over and

down, Rena tenderly caressed the little boy’s

faint blush adorned

flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by such frequent

and Juliette joined

away to indulge in desserts,

the question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

and anger, she chose not to divulge certain

unbeknownst to her, Korbyn had been privy to the

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 Waylen’s troubled past, do you? In any case, tolerance is not a sustainable solution. You

Rena maintained her silence.

understanding her reluctance to be

stirred within Korbyn’s

seven o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing

Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

this be the bond

of rejection on his face, though a touch

moment, Korbyn surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom

wiped away

dinner, an air of silence enveloped them

side but

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing

to bring them together, believing that through physical

have a case

surfaced. “Is your case more

with Juliette, Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

faint smile adorned

and ascended the stairs with a sense

felt a profound sadness settle

hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with that approach for now. Just endure

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood, cigarette in

his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of

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

closed the door

with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist

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

eyes held an enigmatic

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the

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

heard that women could engage in

who would never willingly

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

mere thought of

no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to

now, she was lying beneath him at

waist

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

efforts were

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

welled up in

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

bulging belly, where his

weren’t for the presence of his child, he

believed that true intimacy required

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

sound emanated from the thick bedroom

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

felt a surge

as she

disheveled, she was fortunate that the

and Rena quickly

Waylen, whose face

that a little child would

climbed onto the bed, holding something in her

a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill and I’ll treat

Waylen was left speechless.