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. ©

those words, Waylen retrieved a set of garments from

the presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

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

noticed the caller was Korbyn,

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

us back

on the other hand… Go with the

it all

purported busyness was merely a pretext; he simply

his decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the

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

Rena found them separated by

“Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is

wandered to the

her tender countenance and curly

gesture, he nodded,

felt a

vanish, conflicting

brimming with determination, his demeanor had

for

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

smile. “You might be right; my back does feel

chauffeured her back to the

arrival, she secluded herself within the study,

of the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder

Alexis and headed to

Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena

tenderly caressed

blush

Edwin’s flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should

Juliette joined

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

question, Rena’s reply was a

from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge certain

to the events, thanks to

much for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s

Rena maintained her silence.

her reluctance

Waylen stirred within

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

her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the

trace of rejection on his face, though a touch

Korbyn surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the depth of

wiped away her

the family reunion dinner, an

sat side by side but a palpable

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

couldn’t surrender to vulnerability,

them together, believing that through physical

meal, Waylen dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case

“Is your case more

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

ever loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile adorned

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a

felt a profound

proceed with that approach for now. Just endure it a

Rena nodded in agreement.

After soothing Alexis to sleep,

window, Waylen stood, cigarette

her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked,

then extinguished the cigarette and

closed the

with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his

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

held

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on

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

engage

was a man who would

couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a wife – a young and beautiful woman carrying his

of

emotional connection with her, his body seemed to have

was lying beneath him at the

he held her waist and

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

their efforts were

ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you want me

up

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

bulging belly, where

his child, he would never be

true intimacy

desire waned and he

emanated from

a little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent

felt a surge

as

her appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that

quickly

Waylen, whose face

a little child

onto the bed,

embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s

Waylen was left speechless.