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 set of

of Rena, he donned the

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

focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance,

us back

other hand… Go with the

it

was merely a pretext; he simply

acquiesced. The two descended the

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

found them separated by the

deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from saying such things in her

thoughts wandered to the little

Rena with her tender countenance and

acold gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

felt a

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and sorrow

determination, his demeanor had thrown her

she stood for

board the car first. Considering your pregnancy,

a forced smile. “You might

her back to the

arrival, she secluded herself within the

recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed to the

and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

Rena tenderly caressed

faint blush adorned

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

and Juliette

children away to indulge in desserts,

Rena’s

the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not

Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to

Rena with a shrewd gleam, 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

Rena maintained her silence.

her tender-hearted nature, understanding her

stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with a

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

Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying

the

cradling his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his face, though a touch

possibly fathom the depth of his

discreetly wiped away her

family reunion dinner, an air of silence

but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing

bring them together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

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

your case

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

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

smile

ascended the stairs with

felt a profound sadness settle within

proceed with that approach for

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette

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

his head to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and

the

gently wrapped her arms around his

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

eyes held an

he leaned in, his gaze fixed

to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire

could engage in intimacy after

man who would

any of it, he

thought of it was

with her, his body seemed to have

lying beneath him at the

he held her waist and caressed

harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled to

efforts were in

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

welled up in Rena’s

responded, “I’m pregnant. I

her bulging belly,

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

that true intimacy

and he was about to turn

sound emanated

head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s, she called out,

felt a surge of

was slightly awkward as she weakly

she was fortunate that

quickly straightened

Waylen, whose face

that a little child would interrupt

onto the bed, holding something

embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill and I’ll

Waylen was left speechless.