A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Rena simply smiled, making her intentions clear.

Waylen stared at her for a few seconds, his emotions swirling within.

Then he turned around and left, his temper evident.

At seven o’clock in the evening, Rena was ready to head out.

Unexpectedly, Waylen suddenly swung open the bedroom door and fixed his gaze upon her.

She was donning a stunning golden dress with delicate shoulder straps.

No silk stockings adorned her legs, which were elegantly slender and straight.

Matching fur coat and heels of the same color as her dress elevated her appearance.

Tonight, Rena exuded an unparalleled radiance.

Waylen’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he said in a hoarse and low voice, “Let me drive you there.”

“No, thanks. Ross is waiting for me.”

“Are you sure you want to attend the party dressed like this? Rena, you have a husband.”

Rena lowered her eyes and let out a smile.

Husband? Did he genuinely consider her his wife?

In his eyes, she was nothing more than a skilled lover in bed or the perfect daughter-in-law for the Fowler family. Their relationship had nothing to do with love.

Without hesitation, she turned around and walked away.

As she entered the car, Ross couldn’t help but compliment, “Mrs. Fowler, you look stunning tonight.”

“I’m attending a party,” Rena replied absentmindedly.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Mellowny Club.

Rena opened the door to the small banquet hall and confirmed that Vera’s words were true.

Numerous old friends of theirs were present, creating an atmosphere suitable for relaxation and enjoyment.

In high spirits, Rena removed her coat and settled into a corner sofa, engaging in conversation with Vera.

Regardless of Rena’s low-key demeanor, all eyes were drawn to her.

They marveled at her social status.

Aside from that, they were also curious about her marriage with Waylen.

Vera, too, was aware of the situation with Mavis. She leaned closer to Rena and whispered, “What if we… you know, get rid of her?”

Amidst the luxurious lighting, Rena raised her goblet.

Then, she swirled the golden champagne inside of it.

After a moment, she flicked her long brown hair and replied with a smile, “Let’s wait for her to be released from the hospital.”

In that moment, the atmosphere felt electric…

Vera was whisked away to the bathroom by Roscoe for an intimate moment, leaving Rena alone to bask in the ambiance.

“Rena!” a voice called out.

Aslender figure appeared before Rena, and his voice sounded familiar.

Rena lifted her head and saw Harold standing there.

It had been a long time since they last saw each other…

Harold tilted his chin slightly and inquired, “Can I sit here?” ©

The past had faded away, and Rena remained composed. “Of course.”

Harold respected the boundaries between them.

They had known each other for so many years, experiencing love and pain. Today, they could still sit together calmly and share a drink, which made him contemplate a new possibility.

“Rena, how have you been?”

Rena chuckled softly. “Im doing well. And what about you? Are you married?”

Harold extended his hand, but there was no ring on his finger.

Rena didn’t comment on it.

In a hoarse voice, Harold continued, “I’ve been away on business in the north recently. When I returned, I heard that you… you haven’t been doing so great. Rena, we’re not young anymore, and I won’t beat around the bush. I admit I’ve had many women around me over the years, but in the end, I only ever liked you.”

He deeply regretted it.

He regretted losing the girl who loved him and stood by him during tough times.

All these years, he lived a life without much introspection.

Meanwhile, Rena struggled in her marriage.

Harold implored Vera to give him a chance to see Rena. He said candidly, “Waylen has lost his memory, hasn’t he? He’s forgotten that he loves you.”

Rena didn’t say anything.

“Rena, if it’s too difficult for you, why don’t you consider me? I’m willing to take Alexis and Marcus as my own.”

Harold’s eyes bore into Rena…

Still leaning against the back of the sofa, Rena gently swirled the contents of her goblet.

After a moment, she smiled and replied, “Harold, are you unable to father children or something? Is that why you’re so eager to take other people’s kids? If you can’t have children, visit a fertility clinic or better, a brain specialist.”

was over, and there was

felt bored. She grabbed her

Harold reached out and grabbed her

delicate, her

hand and uttered, “I shouldn’t have said anything

wore a

genuinely loved Rena, but she stopped trusting him long ago. Gazing at her beautiful face,

of her in his phone

was a snapshot of Rena waiting for him at the table in the middle of the night, with steaming food

was the best relationship he had ever

interest in

called Vera, who was probably busy with Roscoe.

a mix

club, Rena realized that she had left her fur coat

and was about to ask Ross to help her

stepped

wasn’t Ross, but it was

the neon lights, he looked regal

was feeling a bit tipsy, and after a moment,

off his coat and placed it on her

for a moment but found herself firmly wrapped in his coat. It smelled of rosin, and she was engulfed in the warmth

lips against her ear, and said unwillingly, “Mrs.

of your business.

“No.”

they continued their little argument,

It was Harold.

his hand, he held Rena’s fur coat. Seeing the couple hugging, he smiled

body stiffened upon

was having a fight with Waylen, for their reputation’s sake, she never wanted to make

Waylen was furious.

held his wife and glared at Harold with

a bold

to the side, opened the car door, and pushed Rena inside. Then he sneered at Harold.

reached out to take

two men engaged in a subtle tug-of-war. Eventually, Harold relented and let

feel

smiled, lighting a cigarette as he replied, “Rena is married. Isn’t she here because she’s lonely too? Waylen… If she

still better than you

cigarette, glancing at Waylen. “You’re right. I’m

starting tomorrow. Maybe one day, she’ll be moved

was venting his frustrations while

Harold knew Rena could never accept him

didn’t want

the car and tossed Rena’s coat onto the back seat.

many memories. He knew Rena and Harold were once together, but what was

Did they kiss?

Did they… make love?

at

chest and asked

Waylen remained silent.

face looked particularly stern in the

now reminded her so much of that cold and aloof lawyer when they first

the villa where Waylen and Rena once lived. Since they rarely stayed here now, all the servants had gone on vacation. The grand villa

unbuckled his seatbelt and went around

Rena resisted and struggled.

his arms,

the lights, and soon the villa was bathed

Rena onto

plush mattress. As she tried to escape, he firmly held her hands down

she was exuding an irresistible

her anger, her ample bosom heaved, making her even more

and possessiveness had ignited Waylen’s uncontrollable lust. With one hand holding hers to prevent her from moving, he used the other to grip her chin

by his wild and passionate

didn’t want

attempting to break free

touch me!” Rena cried

himself off Rena, his breath heavy and his eyes filled with confusion. “We

for a long time, Rena

sink into the soft bed and

aback by her harsh words, which went

the woman beneath

he made her

she once… love

her nose turning

me, you would have understood how deeply Elvira hurt

Our daughter almost died because of that

when you were supposed to be with your family! You left your entire family behind and went to look after her for so many

captivating. She was completely infatuated with you and would

Waylen released his grip

slowly retreated, sitting

he considered lighting a

for along time and asked, “What about you? As you said, she can die for me. What

was only one thought circling

was to hurt

know the difference between ‘you’ and ‘the past Waylen’ in

you, you can never hold a candle to the past

deserve that apartment. You don’t

Fowler, to be honest, I hate you

Waylen froze.

infuriated by

lying on his bed, but

lived. He sneered, “You didn’t disdain the days we had sex but also indulged in love… Rena, Mrs. Fowler, Are you

were

and retorted, “Ves, having sex with you was ‘once a good experience. But I don’t want to experience

pressed his lips against hers, his face contorted with an

doesn’t say

knew

that moment,

was little Alexis calling, asking in a sweet voice, “Mommy, when

brushed a strand of hair and turned

was a bit broken in gentleness. “Mommy will be