A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Rena started playing the piano once again. After finishing one song, she said, “I’m just trying to protect the people who are important to me, Waylen.”

Waylen stared at Rena for a long time.

Then, he began loosening his tie and ascending the stairs.

Waylen and Rena had dinner and put Alexis and Marcus to bed without talking to each other. They lived in the same house, but they treated each other like strangers.

Rena didn’t care anymore.

It was late at night.

Waylen and Rena began retiring to their own respective bedrooms.

In the corridor, Waylen grabbed Rena’s hand and said, “We need to talk.”

After Waylen said that, Rena’s phone rang, and she answered.

It was a call from one of her bodyguards that she sent to watch Mavis. The bodyguard reported hesitantly, “Sorry to bother you this late, ma’am, but the woman we were watching just jumped out of a third-story window. She shattered her legs.”

Jumped out a window.

Rena replied calmly, “Take her to the hospital. And keep your eyes on her.”

Waylen knocked the phone out of Rena’s hand and threw a fit of pique.

“She has already been expelled from school. What more do you want?

Rena… Have you always been this cold-blooded? Do you not trust me, or do you not trust your own decisions?

Is this how our marriage is going to be now?”

He confronted her with so many questions.

Rena was in a trance. Then, a smile tugged on the corners of her mouth.

“Yes. I suppose I have always been cold-blooded when circumstances necessitate it.

I can’t allow that woman to stay in Duefron.

I don’t care where she ends up as long as she’s nowhere near my family.”

Waylen looked at Rena with eyes burning with fury.

He walked to the end of the corridor, dialed a number, and ordered his assistant a series of things.

His assistant was a little startled but still went to do what he was told.

Rena stood under the light in the corridor. She overheard Waylen’s phone conversation with his assistant. He was going to help Mavis get back to school and pay for her medical expenses. ©

He would keep Mavis in Duefron.

At this moment, Rena felt extreme exhaustion, both physically and emotionally.

She felt that she and Waylen weren’t on the same page at all. Waylen didn’t know and would never know the kind of pain and fear through which he was putting her.

The crystal light in the corridor was bright.

Gnashing her teeth together, Rena picked up her phone and sent a message. It read, “Don’t watch her anymore. Leave her alone this instant.”

Waylen turned around after he hung up.

Rena was no longer there. The spring chill was all that was left in the long, luxurious corridor.

Waylen thought of what he had said and felt that he had spoken too strongly.

He didn’t want to have a falling out with Rena. He was willing to coax her and compromise with her. He was willing to put this matter about Mavis to bed.

Waylen knocked on Rena’s bedroom door and said, “Rena, open the door. Please.”

He waited for a few minutes, but no sound came from inside the room.

She obviously didn’t want to speak with him.

Waylen patiently waited for a few more minutes before he said in a low voice, “Please open the door. Let’s talk this over. It’s late. Do you want me making enough noise to wake up my parents? Can you please be reasonable, Rena?”

Still, there was no response.

After standing outside for a long time, Waylen decided to give up and go back to his bedroom.

Their relationship was almost at a breaking point.

It was rare for them to see each other after that night. Rena seldom gave Waylen the chance to spend time with her, and he was too proud to talk to her first.

It was the dead of night, and Waylen couldn’t fall asleep.

All he could think about was Rena. He was still deeply and madly attracted to her, and he still wanted her sobad. ©

Waylen had to attend a social engagement for work one day.

He was in a bad mood, so he drank a little too much at the banquet. After the party, he got in the car tipsy and dizzy.

The chauffeur knew nothing about Waylen’s private life, so he commented while he was opening the car door for his boss, “You’re drunk, Mr. Fowler. Mrs. Fowler won’t be pleased.

Women don’t like their men coming home to them intoxicated.”

Hearing the chauffeur’s remark, Waylen just leaned against the back seat.

He took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it. Exhaling the smoke, he smiled bitterly and asked, “Are you sure she even cares?”

He had been living like he didn’t have a wife. Right now, he and Rena were more like roommates sharing a house.

from

hadn’t shared a

him to

should be able to resolve their problems and kiss and make up. But Rena chose to move into another bedroom. It

more. He shut the car door, walked around the car, and hopped into the driver’s seat. He gunned the engine and was about to pull away when

“Mr. Fowler!”

the window and

a crutch and

“The doctor said my leg should recover within two months, and there

saying that, she put on

Waylen would come visit her more often now that he and Rena were

he hadn’t

matter. If he couldn’t come see her, then

at Mavis and ordered the

main road. Watching the lavish black

her crutch and let herself fall to the

made sure to appear frail

He frowned and barked,

about following Waylen’s

get in the car and give her a ride

isn’t going to like this, Mr.

aching head, Waylen retorted, “If you don’t tell her, then she won’t find out. Besides, we’re just

logic, the chauffeur had no choice but to get out of the car and then help

next to

back of his seat, and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, Mavis savored Waylen’s scent that was

quietly turned to stare

facial features were so sharp and perfect, and he exuded such a beautiful, noble

this car

those things, Mavis felt her blood boil with desire. She greedily inhaled the air around Waylen and then imagined what sex with him would

against the mattress? Would his handsome face contort in sweet agony as he thrust into

mere thought of it made

shirt, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his

on a light

enough, she would be able to spot Mavis’ kiss mark on Waylen’s

and then opened his eyes. Before he could fully wake up, Mavis immediately sat up

at Mavis’ apartment, which was located in a

helped Mavis get

in a soft voice, “Thank you for giving me a ride home, Mr. Fowler. If you need me to explain to Mrs. Fowler, I’ll tell her that nothing is going

her face, smiled,

Waylen stared out the window and let his mind

was Elvira’s biological sister, and they had a striking resemblance to

possess her the moment he

a young and obedient

could be Elvira’s

himself and Mavis earlier was a test

see how much

mind’s eye, he saw her playing the piano with such vigor and passion. Then, his heart started racing.

always weighed the pros and cons of

chose

the house of

of the car and looked up at the house. It was already the middle of the night, so most of the lights in the house had already been turned off. However,

and ascended the stairs to

Marcus, he opened the door

was left unlocked, so he

sofa with a book in

like

Waylen liked her body.

know if it was just the alcohol, but every fiber of his being ached to touch her, take her, and

first and then more and more hungrily. He began tracing her

Rena didn’t even stir.

was way less resistant of him

Waylen finally gave in and began touching

was what woke

opened her misty eyes and stared at the big, handsome face

orange kiss mark on the collar

left it

quietly, but he was still fired

go of me!” Rena’s face

was still angry with him and didn’t want to sleep with him, so he gently nibbled on

was alluring and attractive,

saw Mavis

Waylen was stunned.

at her and explained, “Yes, I did, but nothing happened.

her pajamas

she undid two buttons of his shirt and showed him the lipstick

on his white shirt stood

and said, “I swear we didn’t do anything. You

his consent, he took off his shirt and tossed

straight in the

didn’t even bother to lose her

said calmly, “No, you didn’t do anything unfaithful. You just helped that woman get reinstated in college, rented her a nice apartment, paid for

me, Waylen. How is that any different

to help. I don’t

to have this conversation

bedroom’s French window. Gazing at the blackness outside, she murmured, “You allow her to get close

have already

with you today, I

her touch you and kiss you. You would’ve taken her as your

grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He was shaking so badly

he said, “You didn’t

quarrel with

truth has always been harsh, especially to those unprepared to hear it. Waylen, the only reason we still share a home is that we no longer share a bed. It’s only a matter of time now before our bond breaks completely and

ached

truth was

to drink, Waylen couldn’t stand his alcohol-induced headache

back and thought arguing tonight wouldn’t do either

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow. Go to

Rena stood still.

after him, “Take your shirt. I don’t want it in

stabbed him in the chest, Waylen

couldn’t help wondering whether or not she truly loved