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

Rena, he donned the outfit, eliciting her quiet,

on the brink of delivering a taunt, his

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

countenance. With assurance, he stated, “Yes, she’s with me Okay… I’ll bring her back for dinner

“Dad wants us back for dinner. ‘m a

the other hand… Go with the child

it all

busyness was merely a pretext; he

readily acquiesced. The two

to take Rena home, while he approached a sleek black McLaren, preparing

found them separated

you are distant with me, but…

to the

countenance and curly

gesture, he

a sense of

sports car slowly vanish, conflicting emotions enveloped her— happiness and sorrow

with determination, his demeanor had

she stood for a prolonged

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

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

her back to the

within

reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind

evening, she collected Alexis and headed to

eagerly rushed over and greeted

tenderly caressed the little

blush

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

and Juliette

indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, “Have you

question, Rena’s reply was

embarrassment and

Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to

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

Rena maintained her silence.

tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be

Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with a throbbing

seven o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler

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

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

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

be the

granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his

Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the

discreetly wiped away

an air of silence enveloped

side but a palpable sense of distance separated

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

vulnerability, knowing

yearned to bring them together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might gradually

the meal, Waylen dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, I have

“Is your case more important

up Waylen’s room. He and Rena should have a meaningful

loyal to Korbyn’s

smile adorned Waylen’s

a cigarette and ascended the stairs with a sense

a profound

hand, Korbyn proposed, “Let’s proceed

Rena nodded in agreement.

ascending the stairs immediately, she chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis to sleep, she made her way to the room once inhabited by

Waylen stood, cigarette in

his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled,

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

the

wrapped her arms

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

eyes held an

leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman embraced in

sensation aroused a

engage in intimacy after the first

man who would never willingly subject

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

of it was

he harbored no emotional connection with her, his

now, she was lying beneath him at the

held her waist and caressed her

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

their efforts

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

up in Rena’s

and responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t

her bulging

of his child, he would never be aroused by a

that true intimacy

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

faint sound emanated from the

In a voice reminiscent of a kitten’s,

felt a surge

was slightly awkward as she weakly replied, “I’m

she was fortunate that

and Rena quickly straightened

Waylen, whose face

a little child would interrupt

bed, holding something

toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad

Waylen was left speechless.