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. ©

Waylen retrieved a set of garments from

presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

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

noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him

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

he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us

other hand… Go

it all

pretext; he simply didn’t wish to

his decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in hushed

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

Rena found them separated by the

are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive.

the little girl in the

Rena with her tender countenance and curly hair, the child exuded

he nodded,

a sense of

the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped

demeanor had

she stood for a

“Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first.

Rena mustered a forced smile.

her back

she secluded herself within the study, drawing

sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left

collected Alexis and

eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena with warmth,

down, Rena tenderly caressed the

faint blush adorned

flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking

Juliette

the two children away to indulge in desserts,

question, Rena’s reply

from embarrassment and anger, she chose not

unbeknownst to her, Korbyn had been privy to the events,

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

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh

stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving

evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

he had never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet,

this be the

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

possibly fathom the depth of his love for

discreetly wiped away

dinner, an air of silence

side but a palpable sense of distance

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen

that through physical

have a case to handle. I must return to the

displeasure surfaced. “Is your case

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

smile adorned Waylen’s

ascended the stairs with a

a profound sadness settle

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen

perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled

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

closed the

with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist

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

held an enigmatic

fixed on the woman

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

engage in intimacy

a man who would never willingly

he couldn’t remember any of it, he found

of

emotional connection with her, his body

now, she was lying beneath him

waist and caressed her

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

efforts were

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

up in Rena’s

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

touched her bulging belly,

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

that true intimacy

he was about to turn over and

faint sound emanated from the

little head peeked in. In

a surge

posture was slightly awkward as she weakly replied, “I’m

she was fortunate that the room was

and Rena quickly straightened

Waylen, whose

expected that a little child would interrupt

the bed, holding

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.