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

donned the outfit, eliciting

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

the caller was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with

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

he nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us

other hand… Go with the child

comprehended it

merely a pretext;

decision, Rena readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs in

instructed the driver to take Rena home, while he

them

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

to the little girl in

and curly

he

felt a

slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her—

his demeanor

for a

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

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

chauffeured her back to the

within the study, drawing all the

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

she collected Alexis and headed

rushed over and greeted Rena with warmth, “Auntie

down, Rena tenderly caressed

faint blush

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

and Juliette joined

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

to the question, Rena’s

and anger, she chose

unbeknownst to her, Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to his

with a 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

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be

both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s

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

wrapping her arms around his

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

the bond

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

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

wiped away her

the family reunion dinner, an air of silence

side by side but a palpable sense of distance separated

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had

them together, believing that through

I have a case to handle.

your case more important than

a knowing glance with Juliette, Korbyn whispered, “Instruct the servants to tidy up Waylen’s room.

to

smile adorned

lit a cigarette and ascended the stairs with

profound sadness

hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed with

Rena nodded in agreement.

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

window, Waylen stood,

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

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

closed the

with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his

knows. Waylen, we are a couple. I don’t wish to be apart from you. Isn’t it normal

held

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on

entirely to him. The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily inquired, “Is your craving for me that

women could engage in intimacy after the first three

would

However, even though he couldn’t remember any

mere thought of it

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

beneath him at the edge of

waist and caressed her

so despite her desire to be

efforts

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

up in Rena’s

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

her bulging belly, where his child

his child, he would never be aroused by a pregnant woman

believed that true intimacy required mutual

he was about to turn over and head

faint sound emanated from the thick bedroom

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

felt a

awkward as she weakly

was fortunate that the

Rena quickly

Waylen, whose

a little child

climbed onto the bed, holding

placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said

Waylen was left speechless.