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 outfit,

attire and locked eyes with her. As he was on the brink of delivering a taunt, his phone interrupted

the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with

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 back for dinner. ‘m

the other hand… Go with the

it all too

pretext; he simply didn’t wish to

readily acquiesced. The two

he approached a sleek black McLaren,

Rena found them

it when you are distant with me, but…

to the

with her tender countenance and curly hair, the

he nodded, “Don’t

a sense

car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped

his demeanor had thrown her

stood for

Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged standing isn’t

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

back to

arrival, she secluded herself within the study, drawing all

study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen.

Alexis and headed to the

over and greeted Rena with warmth,

down, Rena tenderly caressed the little

blush adorned his

expression, thinking he

and Juliette joined

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

response to the question, Rena’s reply was a gentle

shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not

privy to the events, thanks to

for making such a request? Rena… Allow me to remind you, indulging him merely because he has done much for you is

Rena maintained her silence.

tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh

for both Rena and Waylen stirred within

the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a

the

of rejection on his

that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the

wiped away

family reunion dinner, an air

by side but a palpable

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

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

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

case more important

servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should

to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile adorned Waylen’s

cigarette and ascended the stairs

a profound sadness

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

Rena nodded in agreement.

children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way to the room once

Waylen stood, cigarette in

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

meet her eyes. He then extinguished the cigarette and quipped casually, “Have

the door

wrapped her arms around his

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

held

fixed on the woman

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

heard that women could engage in intimacy

was a man who would never willingly

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

of

her, his

beneath him at the edge of

waist and caressed

might accidentally harm the baby, so despite her desire to be close

their efforts were in

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

welled up in

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

her bulging belly,

of his child, he would never

that true intimacy required mutual

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

a faint sound emanated from

head peeked in. In

felt a

slightly awkward as she weakly

her appearance was disheveled, she was fortunate that the

quickly

Waylen, whose face

expected that a little

climbed onto the bed, holding something in her

toy stethoscope and placed it on

Waylen was left speechless.