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. ©

a set of garments from the

the presence of Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting

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

he noticed the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a casual,

of the line, Korbyn spoke, and Waylen’s focus returned to Rena’s countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll bring her back

wants us back for

hand… Go

comprehended it all

a pretext; he simply didn’t wish

Rena readily acquiesced. The two

Rena home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren,

them separated by

she addressed him, “Waylen, I can deal with it when you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive.

the little

countenance and curly hair, the child exuded

he

a sense

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

with determination, his demeanor had thrown her into

stood for a

do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy,

forced smile. “You might be right; my back does feel a tad

back to the

she secluded herself within

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

collected Alexis and headed to the Fowlers’

over and greeted

caressed

faint blush

face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking

and Juliette joined

desserts, while Korbyn

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

to shield the elders from embarrassment and anger,

her, Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to his network of

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

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh with

and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart,

in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the bond of

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

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

wiped

dinner, an air

sat side by side but a palpable sense of distance

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

bring them together, believing that

lips and expressed, “Dad, I have a case to

“Is your case more important than

servants to tidy up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have a meaningful conversation

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes,

smile adorned

cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense

profound sadness settle within

proposed, “Let’s proceed with that approach

Rena nodded in agreement.

remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis

Waylen stood,

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

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

closed the

she gently wrapped her arms around his waist under

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

held an

his gaze fixed on the

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

engage in intimacy after the

would

remember any of it, he found himself with a wife – a young and

of

harbored no emotional connection with her, his body

him at the edge

he held her waist and caressed

her desire to be close to him, she struggled to

efforts were in

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

welled up in Rena’s

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

tenderly touched her bulging belly, where his child

knew that if it weren’t for the presence of his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman

believed that true intimacy required mutual

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

a faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom

little head peeked in. In a voice

a surge of

slightly awkward as she weakly replied,

was

Rena quickly straightened their

whose face

that a

climbed onto the bed, holding something in her

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

Waylen was left speechless.