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

Rena, he donned the outfit,

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

the caller was Korbyn, prompting

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

nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner.

the other hand… Go

comprehended it

purported busyness was merely a pretext;

acquiesced. The

he

them separated by the car

addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me,

thoughts wandered to the little girl in

with her tender countenance and

acold gesture, he

a sense of

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

with determination, his demeanor

stood for a prolonged

sympathized with her plight, compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the

mustered a forced smile. “You

chauffeured her back

within the study, drawing

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

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed

and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

tenderly caressed the little boy’s

blush adorned

Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should feel

and Juliette joined

whisked the two children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you seen

response to the question, Rena’s reply

and anger, she chose not to divulge

been privy to the events, thanks to

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

Rena maintained her silence.

her reluctance to be

Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with a throbbing

in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint of tenderness in

be the bond

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

that moment, Korbyn surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom

wiped away

dinner, an

and Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing Waylen

that through physical

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

case more important than your

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

to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile

the stairs with a sense

profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the

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

closed the

gently wrapped her arms around his waist

be apart from you. Isn’t it

held an enigmatic

his gaze fixed on the

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

that women could engage in intimacy after

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 and beautiful

mere thought of it was

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

lying beneath him at the edge of

held her waist and

so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled to overcome her inhibitions and be

their efforts were in

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

up

and responded, “I’m pregnant. I

her bulging belly, where

if it weren’t for the presence of his child,

true

he

a faint sound emanated from the

little head peeked in. In a

a surge of

awkward as she weakly

her appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was dimly

quickly straightened their

whose

expected that a little child would interrupt

onto the bed, holding something in

a toy stethoscope and placed

Waylen was left speechless.