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 set

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet,

he was on the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone interrupted the moment

noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer

Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll bring her back for dinner

“Dad wants us

other hand… Go with

comprehended it

merely a pretext; he simply

Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs

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

them separated by the car

when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is

wandered to the

tender countenance and curly hair,

acold gesture, he nodded, “Don’t

a

she watched the black sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness

brimming with determination, his demeanor

stood for

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

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

her back to

herself within the study, drawing all the

the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the

Alexis and

over and greeted Rena

down, Rena tenderly caressed the little boy’s

blush

Alexis made a playful expression,

Juliette

indulge in desserts, while

to the question, Rena’s reply was a

to shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she

Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks

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 case, tolerance is not a sustainable solution. You slapped him

Rena maintained her silence.

her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance

both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with a

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

dark silhouette of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it. “Dad, I missed

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

interacting with children in his memory. Yet,

be the bond

rejection on his face, though a

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

discreetly wiped away

an

Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense of

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability,

to bring them together, believing that

have a case to handle. I

your case

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

loyal to

smile adorned Waylen’s

lit a cigarette and ascended the

felt a profound

proceed with that approach for now. Just endure it

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

Waylen

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

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

the door

gently wrapped her arms around his waist

apart from you. Isn’t it normal

eyes held an

fixed on

sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your

had heard that women could engage in

who would never

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

thought of it

harbored no emotional connection with her, his body seemed to have its own

was lying beneath him at the edge

her waist and

accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to

efforts

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

up in

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

touched her bulging belly, where his child

the presence of his child, he would never

true intimacy required

he was about to turn over and head

emanated from the thick bedroom

door’s crack, a little head peeked in. In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s, she called

felt a surge

was slightly awkward as she weakly

she was fortunate that the room was dimly

and Rena quickly

whose

expected that a little child would interrupt

bed,

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

Waylen was left speechless.