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.

keen eye and persuasive words held considerable weight. Even though Rena had achieved much herself,

owner still has some unresolved matters with the land. My suggestion is, if the price exceeds 400

figure closely aligned with

nodded, acknowledging his

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

ran down

appeared

didn’t pester her further. Instead, he

be working overtime in Waylen’s room

found herself sprawled across the

comprehend her own

knocked on Waylen’s

The door swung open.

Waylen, expressionless and scantily

was bare and only a bath towel was wrapped

the tips of his hair, cascading along the sharp contours of his face, eventually vanishing into the bath towel just below his abdomen, evaporating from

Rena’s throat tightened.

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

casually, he stepped aside to let

pressed against the

his cigarette case at the end of the

inquired lightly, “Is

a moment before asking softly,

on the cigarette and replied, “Yes, certain things

Her heart raced.

had regained some of his

him what he remembered but the words remained trapped within her. It felt as

to manipulate emotions was

them spoke further. Waylen simply observed her as he leisurely finished his

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

lips quivered

you deeply but I understand your apprehension. I’ll treat

in her eyes, Rena looked

Waylen embraced her gently.

“I apologize, Rena. I’m truly sorry. I should

arms, she tensed but, throughout, she

was as if they were destined to be intertwined for the rest of

Eventually, nothing more occurred.

any further intimate actions, merely holding each other for a fleeting moment. After a while, Rena’s voice, somewhat nasal from suppressed tears, broke

the door

stepped out, he caught her wrist and implored,

welled

adorning her finger—a true piece of

he beseeched, “Rena, don’t reject me any

of

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

instance, when he touched the diamond ring, Rena’s ears turned

ignited a mixture of

hour later, they departed from the

client displayed great hospitality. Unaware of Waylen and Rena’s connection, he thoughtfully arranged for

to be art school students,

to decline and allowed the girls to sit beside

relaxing. It’s just that she keeps a close watch on me, and she is clingy even when we’re away

Mr. Kent, appeared momentarily

effort to apologize, he downed three

herself at a loss for

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

he also excelled at negotiating over

in the wine but his tolerance was meager, and he needed support to return

of the dinner, Waylen was nearly intoxicated

and Rena sat beside him, feeling

Waylen was drunk.

extended his

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

turned to look

dimly lit, his flushed

Rena inquired, “Why are you

profound silence enveloped

How could I stand idly by while you’re trying so hard to get this project? And you just

Waylen was affectionate.

“Don’t talk nonsense. I’m not

the car, the faint aroma of wine filled

out to hold Rena’s hand. He touched the diamond ring on her finger and murmured, “You’re still wearing the ring. If you’re not my wife, then

couldn’t find the words

gazing at

she was compliant, she

in a hoarse voice, “Now I’m

Half of her Waylen…

of him to say something like

his head on her shoulder. “Rena, I don’t believe you’re not attracted

indeed attracted

shake the feeling that something was not

things from the past, and

tilting his head, and kissed her. His lips and

car, and the subtle sound of

driver held his

Waylen let go of her and placed his forehead against

he

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

clung to his arms, and soon his chest became wet and warm. In truth,

She cried…

if her Waylen had

She missed him terribly.

“Don’t cry. Don’t

her hand and thumped him hard a

her emotions swirled inside her like a storm. She couldn’t

at the hotel, their hearts heavy

hadn’t been a couple for a long

key card, she was suddenly

spine. He leaned against her back,