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

of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

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

at the screen, he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a casual,

the 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…

he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us

on the other hand…

comprehended it

a pretext;

readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs

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

found them separated by the

a composed tone, she addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from saying such

to the little girl

countenance and curly hair, the child exuded

he nodded, “Don’t

felt a sense of

car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and sorrow

determination, his demeanor

stood for

approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first.

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

back to

she secluded herself within the study, drawing all the

lit confines of the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed to the Fowlers’

over and

down, Rena tenderly caressed

blush adorned

expression, thinking

and Juliette joined

desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you

to the question, Rena’s reply was

embarrassment and anger, she

Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks

a shrewd gleam, he asked deliberately, “Aren’t you angry 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.

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance

and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly

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

resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around

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 tenderness

this be the bond of

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

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

wiped

family reunion dinner, an air

by side but a

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability,

yearned to bring them together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

have a case to handle.

“Is your case more important

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

loyal to

faint smile adorned

cigarette and ascended the stairs with a

felt a profound sadness settle within

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

the window, Waylen stood, cigarette

her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of smoke swiftly vanishing into

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

the door

wrapped her

be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for

held

fixed on

entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your craving for me

heard that women could engage in intimacy

would never willingly subject himself to

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

of

connection with her, his body seemed to have its own

was lying beneath him at

he held her waist and caressed

baby, so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled

efforts were in

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

welled up

gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m pregnant.

touched her bulging belly,

presence of his child, he would

believed that true

and he was

a faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom

crack, a little head peeked in. In a voice

a surge

posture was slightly awkward as she weakly

disheveled, she was fortunate that the room

Rena quickly

Waylen, whose

never expected that a little child would

bed, holding something

and placed it on Waylen’s chest.

Waylen was left speechless.