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. ©

retrieved a set

of Rena, he donned

eyes with her. As he was on the brink

the caller was

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

up, he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for dinner. ‘m a

other hand… Go with

it

was merely a pretext; he

readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in hushed

he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing to step

him, Rena found them separated

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

to the little girl in the

and curly hair,

gesture, he nodded,

a sense of

vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her—

brimming with determination, his demeanor

she stood for a prolonged

her plight, compelled to approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the

mustered a forced smile. “You might

back

she secluded herself within the study, drawing all

listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen.

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed to

over and

Rena tenderly caressed

blush adorned

made a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by

and Juliette joined

desserts, while Korbyn inquired of

response to the question, Rena’s reply

elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not

had been privy to the events, thanks to his

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. 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 get back together,

Rena maintained her silence.

recognized her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to

both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly

in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to

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 you so

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a

be the bond of

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

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

discreetly wiped away her

reunion dinner, an air

and Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense of distance separated

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing

them together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might

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

surfaced. “Is your case

room. He and Rena should have a

to

smile adorned Waylen’s

lit a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense

profound

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

Waylen stood,

he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps of smoke swiftly vanishing into the

to meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette

closed the

wrapped her arms around his

are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from

held an

fixed on the

as though she belonged entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker

heard that women could engage in intimacy after the first three

who would

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

thought of it

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

she was lying beneath him at the edge of

he held her waist and caressed

her desire to be close

efforts were

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

up

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

her bulging

the presence of his child, he would

true intimacy required mutual

interested, his desire waned and he was about to turn over and head to

sound emanated from

in. In a voice reminiscent of

felt a surge

awkward as she weakly replied, “I’m

was disheveled, she was fortunate that the room was

and Rena quickly straightened their

Waylen, whose

a little child would interrupt

the bed, holding something

then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said

Waylen was left speechless.