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. ©

uttering those words, Waylen retrieved a

of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet, attentive

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

was Korbyn, prompting him to answer

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

“Dad wants us

other hand… Go with the child

comprehended it all

busyness was merely a pretext; he simply didn’t wish

acquiesced. The two descended

to take Rena home, while he approached a sleek

Rena found them separated by

tone, she addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me,

the

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

acold gesture, he nodded,

a sense

vanish, conflicting

demeanor had

stood for a prolonged

and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board

mustered a forced smile. “You might be right;

her back to the

secluded herself within the study, drawing all

recording on the voice

collected Alexis and headed to

Edwin eagerly rushed over and

tenderly caressed the

faint blush

made a playful expression, thinking

Juliette

desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you seen

the question, Rena’s reply was a

embarrassment and

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

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 still begged you to

Rena maintained her silence.

her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be

both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s

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

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint of tenderness in

this be the bond

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

Waylen couldn’t possibly

discreetly wiped away her

family reunion dinner, an air of silence

side by side but

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen

together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case to handle. I must return to the law

case more important than your

a knowing glance with Juliette, Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room.

to Korbyn’s

smile adorned

cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense

felt a profound sadness settle

hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood,

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

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

the door

wrapped her arms around his

Waylen, we are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for me

eyes held an enigmatic

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the

sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him,

that women could engage in intimacy after

a man who would never willingly

couldn’t remember any of it, he found himself with a wife

thought of it

her, his body seemed

now, she was lying beneath him

waist and caressed her

despite her desire to be close to him,

their efforts

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

welled up

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

tenderly touched her bulging belly, where

weren’t for the presence of his child, he would never

that true intimacy required mutual

he was about to

faint sound emanated

peeked in. In a voice

a

posture was slightly awkward as

disheveled, she was fortunate that the room

and Rena quickly straightened

whose

expected that a little

climbed onto the bed, holding something in

embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill

Waylen was left speechless.