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 of garments from

donned the outfit, eliciting

the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone interrupted the moment with a

was Korbyn,

line, Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance.

us

other hand… Go with

it all

was merely a pretext; he simply

decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two

he approached a sleek black

him, Rena found them separated by the

are distant

wandered to the little girl in the

countenance and curly hair, the child

acold gesture, he

a sense of

watched the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting

determination, his demeanor

stood for a

Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged standing isn’t good for

smile. “You might be right; my back does feel a tad

her back to

herself within the

the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed to the Fowlers’

and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

caressed the

blush

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

and Juliette joined

two children away to indulge in desserts, while

Rena’s

from embarrassment and anger, she

her, Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to his network

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

Rena maintained her silence.

her reluctance to

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

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint of tenderness in his

the

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

that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the depth

discreetly wiped

reunion dinner, an air

side by side but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten

them together, believing that through physical intimacy,

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

surfaced. “Is your case more important than

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s

smile adorned Waylen’s

a cigarette and ascended the

profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

stairs immediately, she chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing

the window, Waylen

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

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

the door

she gently wrapped her arms around his waist

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

eyes held an enigmatic

fixed

him. The sensation aroused a flicker of

heard that women could engage in intimacy after the

a man who would never willingly subject himself

couldn’t remember any

mere thought of it

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

beneath him at

her waist

to

efforts were in

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

up in Rena’s

awkwardly and responded, “I’m

her bulging belly, where

of his child, he would never be aroused

true intimacy required

his desire waned and he was about to turn over and head

sound emanated

crack, a little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of

felt a surge of

as she weakly replied, “I’m

was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room

quickly

Waylen, whose face

expected that a

onto the bed, holding something in her

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

Waylen was left speechless.