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. ©

those words, Waylen retrieved a set

he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet, attentive

he was on the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone interrupted the

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

of the line, Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated,

up, he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back

other hand… Go with

comprehended it

pretext; he simply didn’t wish

Rena readily acquiesced. The

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

them separated by the car

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

to the little girl in the

Rena with her tender countenance and curly hair, the child

gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

a sense of

car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and

with determination, his demeanor had thrown

stood for a

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

her hands on her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile. “You might

back to the

within the study, drawing all

on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she felt a

Alexis and headed

and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

Rena tenderly caressed

faint blush

Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he

Juliette joined

to indulge in desserts,

response to the question, Rena’s reply was a

elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge certain

had been privy to the events, thanks to his

he asked deliberately, “Aren’t you angry at 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 slapped him so many times, but he still begged you

Rena maintained her silence.

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

Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s

o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned.

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

be the bond of

rejection on his face, though a touch of sadness lingered

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

wiped away

dinner, an air

and Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense of distance separated

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability,

that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

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

your case more important than

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s

faint smile

cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense of

felt a profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette

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

her presence, Waylen turned his head to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette

the

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

a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you.

eyes held an enigmatic

in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced in his

sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is

women could engage in intimacy after

man who would never

remember any of it, he found himself with a wife – a young and beautiful woman

mere thought of

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

lying beneath him

he held her waist and

desire to be close to him, she struggled

efforts were in

her ear, 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 at all…

up in Rena’s

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

bulging belly, where his

his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman in his

true intimacy required

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

faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom

little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent

felt a surge

as she weakly replied,

disheveled, she was fortunate that the room

and Rena quickly straightened

Waylen, whose

expected that a

the bed, holding something in her

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

Waylen was left speechless.