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, she couldn’t

some unresolved matters with the land. My suggestion is, if the price exceeds

closely aligned with Rena’s

nodded, acknowledging

Waylen couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her chestnut

chill ran

Waylen appeared entirely composed, as if nothing had

dinner, he didn’t pester her further. Instead, he booked

Hector would be working overtime in Waylen’s room

Rena found herself sprawled

couldn’t comprehend her

unable to resist, she knocked on Waylen’s bedroom door. She

The door swung open.

stood Waylen, expressionless and scantily

and only a bath towel was wrapped around his

water clung to the tips of his hair, cascading along the sharp contours of his face, eventually vanishing into the bath towel just below his

Rena’s throat tightened.

hair with a towel and asked nonchalantly, “Aren’t we going to an appointment later? Shouldn’t you be getting

stepped

pressed against the

of the bed,

wisps of smoke spiraled upwards, he inquired lightly, “Is there something you want to tell

for a moment before asking softly,

a deep drag on the cigarette and replied, “Yes, certain

Her heart raced.

had regained some of his

trapped within her. It

manipulate emotions

them spoke further. Waylen simply observed her as he leisurely

approached her, his voice a gentle whisper, “Let’s take

quivered with

desire you deeply but I understand your apprehension. I’ll treat you right and with utmost care. Let’s proceed slowly this

her

Waylen embraced her gently.

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

his arms, she tensed but, throughout, she

as if they were destined to be intertwined for the rest

Eventually, nothing more occurred.

a fleeting moment. After a

the

he caught her wrist and implored,

welled

her finger—a true piece of art he

“Rena, don’t reject me

arush of

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

the diamond ring, Rena’s ears turned

shyness ignited a mixture of

they departed

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

girls, rumored to be art school students, possessed striking

going with the flow, found himself unable to decline and allowed the girls

around Rena’s 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 me, and she is clingy even when

client, Mr. Kent, appeared momentarily taken

apologize, he downed three glasses of

at a loss for words, so

wine-laden

excelled at negotiating

but his tolerance was meager, and he needed support to return to the hotel halfway through the

of the dinner, Waylen

the car and Rena sat beside him,

Waylen was drunk.

extended his

with real estate developers; if they don’t get you to drink

to look at

dimly lit, his flushed face still

hushed voice, Rena inquired, “Why are you helping

silence enveloped

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

Waylen was affectionate.

talk

car, the faint aroma of

diamond ring on her finger and murmured, “You’re still

the words

turned his head, gazing

was compliant, she

“Now I’m half of your Waylen,

Half of her Waylen…

him to say

blushed again. He rested his head on her

Rena was indeed

the feeling that something was not

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

long brown hair, tilting his head, and kissed her. His lips and tongue

car, and the subtle sound of kissing

driver held

of her and placed his

he

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

soon his chest became wet and warm. In truth, it made

She cried…

wondered if her Waylen

She missed him terribly.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry,

suddenly stretched out her hand and

a storm. She couldn’t

their hearts

crept over them. They hadn’t been a couple for a long time, and now they found

her room key card, she was suddenly

her spine. He leaned against her back, his voice