A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Finally, she was standing in front of her husband. She said, “I can ask Uncle Mark to send a chopper. You don’t have to take care of it yourself.”

Waylen looked at Mark.

Taking a drag on his cigarette, Mark concurred, “I can help.”

Waylen then looked back at Rena.

Rena smiled. “See? You can rest assured with Uncle Mark’s help. Waylen, you promised me that you wouldn’t interfere in Mavis’ business anymore, so leave this matter to me. What do you say?”

Rena wasn’t stupid.

How in the world could such a coincidence happen?

Mavis was just pretending to be in danger.

She was really going to the extreme to get Waylen to her side. What if he didn’t show up?

Had she consider that possibility? She could have died!

Rena didn’t care about Mavis’ life. She had her own family to think about though, and she certainly wouldn’t let Waylen risk his life to save Mavis’.

After saying that, Rena stared at Waylen.

Waylen reached out and gently stroked her face. He said gently, “It’s rare for Uncle Mark to visit here. I can’t have him taking care of something for me when he should be here with you and the rest of the family. I have to go. I’ll be back tomorrow morning, okay?” ©

After saying that, Waylen turned around and started for the front door.

Holding his hand, Rena said in a soft voice, “Isn’t your happy family enough to keep you here? Or do you just not trust me? You don’t think I want her to be saved, do you?”

Waylen frowned slightly.

“It’s not that, Rena.”

Rena lowered her head and scoffed. She didn’t want to frighten Alexis, and she didn’t want to make things difficult for the elders during the celebration of the holiday either.

She lowered her voice. “You just told me earlier that you could be a good husband to me.

Have you already forgotten that? Why are you hurrying out now to save a woman who obviously wants to seduce you and take you away from me and your children? Are you really an emissary of justice, Waylen, or do you just see someone in her?”

Rena didn’t care anymore.

In the end, she decided to speak her heart.

Waylen’s face darkened, and he said, “Stop it, Rena.”

Rena loosened her grip on him. The moment she let him go, she went in a trance.

She forced a smile, walked over to pick up Alexis, and sat at the dining table.

Rena whispered to her daughter, “Daddy has to leave. He has something to deal with. It’s just going to be us having dinner.”

Feeling disappointed, Alexis pouted.

Rena coaxed her little girl.

However, she never looked at him again.

There was nothing left to say. Rena was as disappointed as Alexis.

Korbyn couldn’t stand it anymore and snapped, “If you leave right now, Waylen, I will break your legs.”

Waylen replied, “Someone’s life is hanging in the balance, Dad.”

Then, Waylen looked at Rena.

He waited for her to say something more to him. He wanted her to look at him, even blame him. But she didn’t. She just focused on Alexis, acting as if he wasn’t even in the room anymore.

Like he said, Korbyn was about to hit his son.

Rena stopped him, though. “Let him go.”

Korbyn felt sorry for Rena. Rena waited for Waylen to come back as he asked. And now that he had returned, he was a different person and not in a good way.

Waylen finally left the Fowlers’ house.

Outside, it was snowing heavily.

In a matter of seconds, his whole body got covered with ice dregs.

Sitting in his car, Waylen made some calls and had someone prepare and dispatch a rescue helicopter. Soon, the rescue mission for Mavis began. ©

After making the necessary phone calls, he looked at his phone in a daze. Still in the parking pad of the Fowlers’ house, he decided to call Rena.

But Rena didn’t answer. ©

‘She was understandably angry.

Waylen thought for a while and sent a message to Rena that read, “I promise I’ll come back tomorrow morning.”

After sending the message, he waited for a moment, but Rena didn’t text him back.

Waylen put out the cigarette that he lit before making the arrangements for Mavis’ rescue.

He took a look at the villa, which was brightly lit and looking very warm.

With an expressionless look on his face, he rolled up his car window.

Then, he shifted gears and stepped on the gas.

He wasn’t back for a few days. ©

After Mavis was saved, she was admitted to the ICU.

It was early morning on New Year’s Day.

Rena’s eyelids flew open. She lay quietly on the big bed and reflexively reached out beside her. There was nobody there. She was alone.

The grandfather clock downstairs chimed eight times.

Rena jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom, and performed her morning routine. Then, she went to nurse Marcus and keep Alexis company.

At ten o’clock in the morning, Rena gave the servants some gifts. The servants liked Rena very much, and they spoke many words of blessing to her. They wished that Rena and Waylen would live the rest of their lives together happily and harmoniously.

bedroom opposite the children’s room. I’m expecting some furniture for

asked someone to finish the design drawing of her

move. From now on, she would no longer share a bedroom with

they didn’t dare to say

Cecilia about Rena’s plan in

afternoon, Cecilia locked herself in her bedroom

was still

out of the ICU and answered Cecilia’s call in the corridor. He asked a bit hesitantly, “How’s your sister-in-law? Is she still angry with

or texts. He’d been trying to reach her since he

it wasn’t easy to

“Dad has blown his lid, Waylen. You have got to come back here right now. Rena is clearing out a room and moving into it. She’s separating herself from

was going to start sleeping in a different

Waylen was stunned.

whispered, “I see. Ihave to

sister and immediately

Rena answered after a

moment, he didn’t know what to say. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, “Happy New

silence, Rena replied,

this afternoon,” Waylen said in a

situation and how it

and directing people where to place the

brief conversation on the phone, Rena finally hung up and took charge of the

day, a suite was

against the sofa to

solitude of the afternoon made her yearn for

couldn’t help but open the diary he had left for

with tears as she thought of

She missed him deeply.

all the

the late afternoon, around four o’clock, the sleek black Maybach slowly pulled up. Waylen opened

leaving the villa very quiet. Waylen stopped a servant and asked in

aware of their quarrel and hesitated

and made his way

wore a few days ago, appearing neat but in need of

her was

dim light, he spotted Rena lying on the

got closer, he noticed tear stains in the corners

Did she cry?

placed a gentle hand

But Rena stirred awake.

regain her composure. She sat up, her tone carrying a hint

the distance in her

he surveyed their

he whispered, “You’re angry with

a sneer

don’t flatter yourself. I only stayed in this marriage for the children. Have

Waylen was taken aback.

had autism, so Rena just stayed

it. You can leave

softly, acting as if

few days ago, in his car, she had a different expression on her face. “Waylen, I want to kiss you,” she had said with intoxication in

bring himself to

held onto Rena’s wrist, preventing her from escaping. He still wanted to kiss her, but as he leaned in, she turned her face

me,” she

her resistance, Waylen

froze and then plucked a long black hair from his

hair didn’t belong to

the strand, his

any other woman. The only time he could think of was when Mavis hugged him unexpectedly at the

have come

turned cold. “It’s

fall for Mavis’ shameless trick

out a sigh, clearly tired of dealing with

to comfort her, “I don’t know when I got that hair. Trust me, I haven’t done anything to hurt you or the

children was a

Rena couldn’t help

to dispel the indifferent look in her eyes, as if she

her hand landed with a loud slap on

impact, but she couldn’t bear to look at

Waylen was stunned.

darkened. He stared at her, saying each word with intensity, “Rena, that’s

her eyes, her

life is important. But doesn’t my

She chuckled softly.

you my real thoughts. I really want her to

“Renal”

off. He couldn’t

But Rena seemed undeterred.

voice, she said, “She’d better not play tricks again, otherwise… Mr. Fowler, I don’t

raced, realizing the depth of her

looked at her, trying to understand the real her. After a moment, he whispered, “Rena, who are you really? Look at yourself. You’re not

a magazine at him and retorted, “Then you can treat me as a bad

feeling the tension between

leave, and as he slammed the door behind him, Rena’s words

bedroom, he took a shower to calm

he thought about

discarded the coat

Half of the closet, where their clothes used to hang together, was now empty. The absence of her beautiful dresses made him realize the depth of

moved all her things away, leaving only his

him like a wave crashing onto

she was still living under the same roof as the Fowler

marriage had become nothing more than a facade, held together only

and shaved, he couldn’t help but touch his own

wondered if Rena still felt anything when she

residing in the same house, they barely

him, retreating to her own space whenever he spent

during Marcus’ nursing sessions, she politely asked him to

to prepare

saw Rena sitting there, calm and composed.

mother’s arms, listening intently as Rena read

Waylen of the intimate and romantic nights they once shared, when she would whisper softly under