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. ©

words, Waylen retrieved a set of garments

of Rena, he donned

attire and locked eyes with her. As he was on the brink

the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer

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

us back for dinner.

on the other hand…

comprehended it all

a pretext;

decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs

he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to step

him, Rena found them separated by

when you are distant with me, but… Alexis

the little girl in the

her tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded undeniable

acold gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

a

car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her—

with determination, his demeanor had thrown

stood for a

whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged standing isn’t

a forced smile. “You might

back

she secluded herself within the study, drawing all the

on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the

evening, she collected Alexis and headed to

rushed over and greeted Rena with warmth,

down, Rena tenderly caressed the little

faint blush adorned

Alexis made a playful expression,

and Juliette joined

to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you

the question, Rena’s

elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose

been privy to the

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

Rena maintained her silence.

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

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

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

Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it.

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the

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

possibly fathom the depth of his

discreetly wiped away

the family reunion dinner, an air of silence

and Rena sat side by side but

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability,

to bring them together, believing that through physical

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

“Is your case more important than

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

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

faint smile adorned Waylen’s

ascended the stairs with a

a profound sadness

back of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed

Rena nodded in agreement.

children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way

the window, Waylen

he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of smoke swiftly vanishing

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

the door

measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist

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

held an enigmatic

leaned in, his gaze fixed on

pliant and submissive, as though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire

heard that women could engage in intimacy after the first

was a man who would never willingly subject himself

women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it, he

of it was

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

lying beneath him at the

waist and caressed her

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

their efforts were

a mocking whisper in her ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want

up in

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

bulging

the presence of his child,

believed that true intimacy required

and he

faint sound emanated

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

a

slightly awkward as she

was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was dimly

quickly straightened

Waylen, whose face

expected that a little child would

bed,

she nestled into her father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa

Waylen was left speechless.