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

he donned

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

was Korbyn, prompting him to answer with a

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

nonchalantly mentioned, “Dad wants us back for

the other hand…

it

a pretext; he

readily acquiesced. The two descended the stairs

instructed the driver to take Rena home, while he approached a

Rena found them separated by

you are distant with me, but… Alexis is quite sensitive. Please refrain from saying such

the

tender countenance and

acold gesture, he

a

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

brimming with determination, his demeanor had thrown her

she stood for a prolonged

approach and whisper, “Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged standing isn’t good for

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

back to

arrival, she secluded herself within the study, drawing

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

the evening, she collected Alexis and headed to the

eagerly rushed over and

tenderly caressed the

faint blush adorned his

made a playful expression, thinking he

Juliette

the two children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired

response to the question, Rena’s reply

the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to

Korbyn had been privy to

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

Rena maintained her silence.

nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh

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

in the evening, Waylen returned. The

wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling

Waylen’s body tensed slightly…

his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he

the bond of

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

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

wiped away

dinner, an air of silence enveloped

side by side but a

Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.

to vulnerability, knowing

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

I have

case more

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

loyal to Korbyn’s wishes, promptly

faint smile

the stairs with a

a profound sadness settle

proceed with

Rena nodded in agreement.

than ascending the stairs immediately, she chose to remain downstairs with the two children. After soothing Alexis

Waylen stood,

her gaze upon his perfect profile. As he smoked, he inhaled and exhaled, the wisps

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

the

him with measured steps, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist

from you.

held an

he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the woman

The sensation aroused a flicker of desire within him, and he huskily

could engage in

who would never willingly subject himself

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

of it

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

she was lying beneath him at the edge of

waist and caressed her

desire to be close to him, she struggled

their efforts were in

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

up in Rena’s

responded, “I’m pregnant. I don’t want to

her bulging

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

that true intimacy

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

sound emanated

door’s crack, a little head peeked in. In

felt a surge

as she weakly replied,

was fortunate

quickly

whose

that a little child

bed,

she nestled into her father’s embrace, and then pulled out a toy stethoscope and placed it on Waylen’s chest. “Grandpa said that dad was seriously ill and I’ll

Waylen was left speechless.