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. ©

a set of garments

the presence of Rena, he donned the

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

noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a

countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll

wants us back for dinner.

other hand… Go with the

comprehended it all too

a pretext; he

The two descended the stairs

to take Rena home, while he

them

distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive.

wandered to the little girl in the

countenance and curly

gesture, he

a sense of

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness

demeanor had thrown her into

for

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

her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile.

chauffeured her back to

herself within the study, drawing

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

evening, she collected Alexis and headed to the

rushed over and

down, Rena tenderly caressed

faint blush adorned

a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by

and Juliette joined

whisked the two children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena,

to the question, Rena’s reply

and anger, she

her, Korbyn had been privy to the

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 begged you to get back

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh

stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with

in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis,

this be the bond of

rejection on his face, though a touch of sadness lingered in his

Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom

discreetly wiped away

an air of silence

side but a palpable sense of

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

to vulnerability, knowing Waylen

together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might gradually

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

surfaced. “Is your case more important than

Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room.

to Korbyn’s wishes,

smile adorned

cigarette and ascended the stairs

profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen

perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of smoke

her presence, Waylen turned his head to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have you learned to tell

the door

wrapped her arms around his

couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t

eyes held

his gaze fixed on the woman

submissive, as though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your

heard that women could engage in intimacy after the

would never willingly subject himself

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

thought of

connection with her, his body seemed to have

beneath him at the edge of the

he held her waist and caressed

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

efforts

in her ear, 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 on

up

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

tenderly touched her bulging belly, where

for the presence of his child,

true intimacy required mutual

she didn’t seem interested, his desire waned and he was about to turn over and

faint sound emanated from the thick

head peeked in. In a

felt a

was slightly awkward as she

she was fortunate that the room was dimly

and Rena quickly

Waylen, whose face

expected that a

the bed,

and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it

Waylen was left speechless.