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. ©

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Rena, he donned the outfit,

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

caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a casual,

other 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

other hand…

comprehended it

purported busyness was merely a pretext; he simply didn’t wish

Rena readily acquiesced. The

home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to

Rena found them separated by the

“Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from

wandered to the little

countenance and curly

gesture, he

felt a sense

vanish,

his demeanor had thrown her into

for a prolonged

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

forced smile. “You might be right; my back

back

herself within

reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the

she collected Alexis

and greeted Rena with

down, Rena tenderly caressed the little

blush adorned his

playful expression, thinking he

and Juliette joined

desserts,

the question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

to shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge

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

“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.

Rena maintained her silence.

her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be

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

returned.

wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it. “Dad, I missed you

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis,

be the bond

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

couldn’t possibly

discreetly wiped

an air of

but a palpable sense

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

Rena couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing

bring them together, believing that through physical intimacy,

Waylen dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case to handle. I must return to

surfaced. “Is your case

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

smile adorned

ascended the stairs with

a profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

the two children. After

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette

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

eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have you learned

closed the door

wrapped her arms around his waist

Waylen, we are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from

eyes held

fixed

belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired,

could engage in intimacy after

a man who would never

his distance from women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a

mere thought of

emotional connection with her, his body seemed to have its

she was lying beneath him at

her waist and

Waylen might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled to overcome

efforts were in

a mocking whisper in her ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me to touch you? Look at yourself.

up in Rena’s

and responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t

tenderly touched her bulging belly,

his child,

believed that true intimacy required

he was about to turn over

faint sound emanated from the

In a voice reminiscent of a

a surge

awkward as she weakly replied, “I’m

disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was dimly

and Rena quickly

Waylen, whose face

expected that a little child would interrupt

climbed onto the bed,

placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was

Waylen was left speechless.