A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

He wanted to set her free but he couldn’t let go.

In the end, he resorted to this cunning approach to lure her back to him.

In the early hours of the morning, Rena stirred from her slumber, the remnants of a dream lingering within her.

In the realm of her dream, Waylen had uttered tenderly, “Rena, I’ve returned.”

Startled from her reverie, Rena sat upright, reaching up to touch her face, a trickle of chilly tears adorning the corners of her eyes.

By the bedroom entrance, Waylen held a tray of breakfast. Witnessing Rena’s tears, he asked hoarsely, “What troubles you, my dear?”

Approaching her side, he gently placed the tray on the bedside table, caressing her forehead and reassured, “It’s not that warm anymore.”

Rena gazed intently at him, her nose slightly flushed.

Her pitiful countenance concerned Waylen, and he murmured, “Please don’t look at me like that; you know I have no control of myself whenever you look at me like that.”

Trembling lips kept Rena from mustering the courage to voice her query.

Gradually, she regained composure and inquired, “Why have you come here?”

Waylen positioned a pillow behind her waist and tried to feed her some broth, but she declined and took the spoon to eat by herself, only realizing after two spoonfuls that she realized she had forgotten to brush her teeth.

Her inadvertence struck him as adorable, prompting Waylen to pinch her cheek tenderly.

“Consider this a special case; I can afford to be lenient with you,” he remarked.

Rena shook her head and pushed the tray away, admitting, “I have no appetite.”

Yet, she still yearned to ask why he was here.

Leaning in close, Waylen’s striking face nearly touching hers, their breaths intertwined as he gazed into her eyes, asking gently, “Is divorce truly the solution? You’re unwell and you’re struggling to face it alone.”

An urge to withdraw surged within Rena but Waylen’s arm wrapped around her slender waist, holding her in place.

He caressed her softly, devoid of any carnal intentions; he merely sought her presence.

Though Waylen’s charm and tenderness were difficult for Rena to resist, she remained steadfast. “I can find someone else to take care of me,’ she insisted.

“Like who? Hector? Or that toy boy named Shelton? … Rena, do they truly compare to me in your heart? If they were better, why did you turn them both down?” Waylen inquired, exerting pressure on her, causing her breath to waver.

The unsettling sensation of nausea returned and Waylen noticed her distress. Loosening his grip, he handed her some water and medicine.

‘Sweat beads formed on Rena’s forehead as she recalled her appointment with a client later in the day to survey a piece of land.

Waylen urged her gently, “Prioritize your recovery. I’ll go in your stead.”

Taken aback, Rena remained speechless as a knock resounded at the door, revealing Hector’s voice on the other side.

Waylen and Rena locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between them.

Eventually, Waylen rose from his seat and headed towards the door, prompting Rena’s cautionary plea, “Please don’t open the door…”

He responded with a disdainful snort. “Do you find me disgraceful?” Despite her words, Waylen proceeded to open the door.

Sure enough, Hector stood outside, holding breakfast in hand.

When Hector met Waylen, the atmosphere was a little awkward, but Hector immediately smiled and asked, “Is Ms. Gordon feeling better?”

“Her fever has subsided but she still needs ample rest,” Waylen responded.

He then stepped back, allowing Hector to enter the room.

Hector nodded, placing the breakfast on a nearby surface but his gaze darkened when he noticed the other tray on the bedside table.

Throughout, Hector understood that his chances were slim. Rena had indirectly turned him down numerous times, and what’s more, it was Waylen who had given him an opportunity years back by hiring him. He owed his current position to Waylen.

Hector couldn’t bear to resort to treachery and steal his wife.

Subsequently, Hector and Waylen discussed the matter of the land.

In the bedroom, Rena listened to their conversation…

Gradually, she drifted into slumber, but her last conscious thought was the sensation of having someone to rely on, akin to the moment she risked everything to confront Elvira with acar.

Fear gripped her then, yet comforting hands reached out, assuring, “Rena, don’t be afraid.”

All along, it was Waylen who provided her with that sense of security.

It made Rena want to embrace this feeling wholeheartedly…

*

Rena spent an entire day resting in the hotel.

As night descended, the sky adorned itself with fiery clouds, a spectacular display of red hues resembling flames.

After taking a soothing shower, Rena felt much more at ease.

Waylen gently tapped the room key card and entered with some takeout boxes. Observing her standing with her back to him, he asked softly, “Are you feeling better?”

Rena turned around, her gaze quiet and contemplative.

She had been by his side for over half a year since he lost his memory.

She believed she knew him well but now she found herself somewhat perplexed about his thoughts… What was Waylen truly thinking? Was he merely ingratiating himself with her to eventually remarry her?

And…

Could last night’s events have been a mere dream?

Sensing her inner turmoil, Waylen smiled reassuringly and said, “You are the mother of my two children. For now, I have no intention of marrying anyone else. Is it so strange… that I’m kind to you?”

Rena made her way to the table and took a seat.

Her appetite had returned; she was a little hungry…

As Waylen set out the food, he couldn’t help teasing, “You’re incredibly obedient when you’re hungry. Will you completely ignore me once you’re satisfied?”

Rena was amused by his remark, especially considering she was just savoring her meal.

Her eyes narrowed as she shot him a penetrating glare.

share his insights after inspecting the land earlier that day. His keen eye and persuasive

he added, “However, I believe the current owner still has some unresolved matters with the land. My suggestion is, if the price exceeds 400

figure closely aligned with Rena’s

nodded, acknowledging

bathrobe, looking meek and compliant, Waylen couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her chestnut hair gently, remarking, “You’re quite

chill ran

appeared entirely

he didn’t pester her further. Instead, he

would be working overtime in

the dead of night, Rena found

couldn’t comprehend

to resist, she knocked on Waylen’s

The door swung open.

expressionless

only a bath towel was wrapped

water clung to the tips of his hair, cascading along the sharp contours of his face, eventually

Rena’s throat tightened.

a towel and asked nonchalantly, “Aren’t we going to

spoke casually, he stepped aside

back pressed against

case at the end of

lightly, “Is there

for a moment before asking softly, “Have you regained

the cigarette and replied, “Yes, certain things

Her heart raced.

regained some of his

her. It felt as though he was pursuing her, yet also

to manipulate

of them spoke further. Waylen simply observed her

his voice a gentle whisper, “Let’s take all the time

lips quivered

but I understand your apprehension. I’ll treat

in her eyes, Rena looked

Waylen embraced her gently.

against her hair as he whispered softly, “I apologize, Rena. I’m

but, throughout, she was unwilling to push him

they were destined to be intertwined for the rest of their

Eventually, nothing more occurred.

fleeting moment. After a while, Rena’s

the door for

he caught her wrist and implored,

welled up

diamond ring adorning her finger—a true piece

beseeched, “Rena, don’t reject me

arush of emotions,

her, but beyond the desire to preserve their marriage, the physical longing he harbored for her, and the

touched the diamond ring, Rena’s ears turned

shyness ignited a mixture of admiration and jealousy within

hour later, they departed from the

Unaware of Waylen and Rena’s connection, he thoughtfully arranged for two young and beautiful girls to accompany Hector

art school students,

to

shoulder, speaking with a reserved air. “Mr. Kent, it’s not that I’m opposed to relaxing. It’s just that she keeps a close watch on

Mr. Kent,

apologize, he downed

herself at a loss for words, so she offered a

considerable amount. Fortunately, the contract negotiation took place over the wine-laden table, surprising

he also excelled at negotiating over

was meager, and he needed support to

the dinner, Waylen was nearly

him into the car and Rena sat beside him, feeling a

Waylen was drunk.

incapacitated. He extended his hand

business is conducted in the south. Especially with real estate developers; if they don’t get you to drink

turned to

was dimly lit, his flushed face

hushed voice, Rena inquired,

silence

could I stand idly by while you’re trying so hard to get this project? And you just had a fever… Of course, I worry

Waylen was affectionate.

blushed and replied, “Don’t talk nonsense.

the car, the faint aroma of wine filled

of the seat, Waylen reached out to hold Rena’s hand. He touched the diamond ring on

couldn’t find the words to

gazing

compliant, she

voice, “Now I’m half of your

Half of her Waylen…

to

her shoulder. “Rena, I don’t believe you’re

indeed attracted

feeling that something was not

to remember things from the past, and she was really taken aback for

lips and tongue were warm from the mellow red wine, mixed with the unique scent of a

car, and the subtle sound of kissing

held

go of her

at her tenderly, he reveled in

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

became wet and warm. In truth, it made him

She cried…

if her Waylen had truly come

She missed him terribly.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry, Rena. I’ll slowly

her hand and thumped him hard

inside her like a storm. She couldn’t resist

hotel, their hearts

a tinge of shame crept over them. They hadn’t been a couple for

key card, she was suddenly held

her spine. He leaned against her back, his voice soft and warm as he said, “Still