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. ©

retrieved a set

presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her

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

noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him

spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll bring her back

mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner. ‘m a

on the other hand…

it

merely a pretext;

readily acquiesced. The two

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

Rena found them separated by

when you are distant with me, but…

the little girl in

tender countenance and curly hair, the child

he

a sense

watched the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions

with determination, his demeanor had thrown her

for a

whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board

her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile. “You might be right; my back does feel a

her back to

within the study, drawing all

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

collected Alexis and headed to the

entering, Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena

tenderly caressed the little

faint blush

expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by such frequent

and Juliette

two children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired

question, Rena’s reply was

from embarrassment and anger, she

had been privy to the events, thanks

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

Rena maintained her silence.

tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to

within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him

Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to dine

silhouette of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

be the bond

son cradling his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on

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

wiped away her

dinner, an air of

sat side by side but a

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

Rena couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

and expressed, “Dad, I have

your case more important than

glance with Juliette, Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena

to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

smile adorned Waylen’s

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with

profound sadness settle

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way to the room once

window, Waylen stood,

he smoked,

extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have

the door

wrapped her arms

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

held an

in, his gaze fixed on the

The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he

engage in intimacy after the

would never

he had always kept his distance from women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any

mere thought of it

harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to

beneath him at the edge

held her waist and caressed her

feared that Waylen might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to

efforts

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

welled up in

gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m pregnant.

tenderly touched her bulging

if it weren’t for the presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman

that true intimacy

interested, his desire waned and he was

sound emanated from the thick

in. In

a surge

as she

her appearance was disheveled, she was

Rena quickly straightened

Waylen, whose

never expected that a little child

bed, holding

toy stethoscope and placed it on

Waylen was left speechless.