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.

eye and persuasive words held considerable weight. Even

unresolved matters with the land. My suggestion is, if the price exceeds 400 million dollars, it’s not worth the

aligned with

nodded, acknowledging

and compliant, Waylen couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her chestnut

chill ran

glanced up at him but Waylen appeared

pester her further. Instead, he booked a

Hector would be working overtime in

found herself sprawled across the soft

couldn’t comprehend

next day, unable to resist, she knocked on

The door swung open.

Waylen, expressionless and scantily

bare and only a bath towel was

tips of his hair, cascading along the sharp contours of his face, eventually vanishing

Rena’s throat tightened.

towel and asked nonchalantly, “Aren’t we going to an appointment later? Shouldn’t you

he stepped aside to let her

pressed

reached for his cigarette case at the end of the bed,

upwards, he inquired lightly, “Is there something you want

a moment before asking softly, “Have you

the cigarette and replied, “Yes, certain things

Her heart raced.

some of his

remembered but the words remained trapped within her. It felt

ability to manipulate emotions

further. Waylen simply observed her as

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

lips quivered with

but I understand your apprehension. I’ll treat you right and with

tears in her

Waylen embraced her gently.

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

she tensed but, throughout, she was unwilling to push him

as if they were destined to

Eventually, nothing more occurred.

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

opened the

she stepped out, he caught

welled

caressing the diamond ring adorning her finger—a true piece of art

beseeched, “Rena, don’t

of emotions,

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

touched the diamond

mixture of

they departed

Rena’s connection, he thoughtfully arranged for two young and beautiful

to be art school

going with the flow, found himself unable to decline

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

client, Mr. Kent, appeared

apologize, he downed

loss for

the night, Waylen imbibed a considerable amount. Fortunately, the contract negotiation took place over the wine-laden table, surprising Rena. She had always assumed that Waylen’s negotiating prowess was limited

he also excelled at negotiating over

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

end of the dinner, Waylen was nearly intoxicated

helped him into the car and Rena sat

Waylen was drunk.

wasn’t completely incapacitated. He extended his hand and patted

in the south. Especially with real estate developers; if they don’t get you to drink a fair amount, it’s hard

turned to

his flushed face

a hushed voice, Rena inquired,

profound silence enveloped the

I stand idly by

Waylen was affectionate.

“Don’t talk nonsense. I’m

the faint aroma of wine filled

the seat, Waylen reached 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,

the

head, gazing at her

was compliant, she

said in a hoarse voice, “Now I’m half of your

Half of her Waylen…

to

He rested his head on her shoulder. “Rena, I don’t believe

Rena was indeed attracted

she couldn’t shake the feeling that something

he started to remember things from the past, and she was really taken

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

the car, and

held his

moment, Waylen let go of

tenderly, he reveled in

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

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

She cried…

wondered if her Waylen had

She missed him terribly.

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

suddenly stretched out her hand and thumped him

She couldn’t resist Waylen’s presence, even though she felt a sense of

arrived at the hotel, their hearts heavy with the weight

escorted her to her room, and a tinge of shame crept over them. They hadn’t been a couple for a long

room key card, she

leaned against her back, his voice soft and warm as he said,