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 set of garments from the

he donned the

exchanged his attire and locked eyes with her. As he was on the brink of delivering a

screen, he noticed the caller was Korbyn,

Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s

wants us back for

on the other hand… Go with the

it all

merely a pretext;

Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended

home, while he approached a sleek

Rena found them separated by

you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive.

thoughts wandered to the

her tender countenance and curly hair,

acold gesture, he nodded,

a sense

the black sports car slowly vanish,

determination, his demeanor had thrown

she stood for

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

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

back to the

within the study, drawing

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

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

Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena

down, Rena tenderly caressed the

faint blush adorned his

flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by

and Juliette joined

away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have

to the question, Rena’s reply

embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge

been privy to the events, thanks to his

for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s troubled past, do

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to

for both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s

the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing

halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the bond of

granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection

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

wiped away her

an air of silence

but a palpable sense of

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

together, believing that

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

your case more important than

up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have a meaningful conversation tonight and Alexis will

ever loyal to

smile adorned Waylen’s

cigarette and ascended the stairs with a

a profound

back of her hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with that approach for now. Just endure it a little

Rena nodded in agreement.

chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to

the window, Waylen

doorway, Rena fixated her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled

head to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and

the

steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist

couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal for me to yearn to be close to

eyes held an enigmatic

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced in

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

that women could engage in intimacy after the

would never willingly

had always kept his distance from women. However, even though he couldn’t remember any of it,

of

with her, his body seemed to have

now, she was lying beneath him

waist and caressed her

might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close to him, she struggled to overcome her inhibitions

their efforts

mocking whisper in her ear, Waylen taunted, “Don’t you love me very much? Why don’t you

welled up

gaze awkwardly and responded, “I’m pregnant.

bulging belly, where his child

the presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman in

true intimacy required

and he was about to turn over and

faint sound emanated from the thick

peeked in. In a

felt a surge of

was slightly awkward as she

her appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was

quickly straightened

Waylen, whose

a little child

bed, holding something

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

Waylen was left speechless.