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.

the land earlier that day. His keen eye and persuasive words held considerable weight. Even though Rena had achieved much herself, she

owner still has some unresolved matters with the land. My suggestion is,

aligned with Rena’s

acknowledging his

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

chill ran

Waylen appeared entirely composed, as

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

was aware that Hector would be working overtime in Waylen’s

dead of night, Rena found herself sprawled across the

couldn’t comprehend her

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

The door swung open.

expressionless and scantily

a

along the sharp contours of his face, eventually vanishing into the bath

Rena’s throat tightened.

nonchalantly, “Aren’t we

casually, he stepped aside to let her

pressed against the

end of the

inquired lightly, “Is there something you

hesitated for a moment before asking

on the cigarette and replied,

Her heart raced.

had regained some of his

remembered but the words remained trapped within her. It felt as though he was

manipulate emotions

spoke further. Waylen simply observed her

gentle whisper,

quivered with

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

her eyes, Rena

Waylen embraced her gently.

hair as he whispered softly, “I

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

if they were destined to be intertwined for the rest of their

Eventually, nothing more occurred.

from 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 silence. “I’ll go change

opened the door for

she stepped out, he caught

welled up

finger—a true piece of art he had

beseeched, “Rena, don’t reject me

of

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

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

ignited a mixture of admiration

later, they departed

displayed great hospitality. Unaware of Waylen and Rena’s connection, he thoughtfully arranged for two young and beautiful girls

rumored to be art school students, possessed

himself unable to decline and allowed the girls to sit

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

found herself at a loss for words, so

Fortunately, the contract negotiation took place over the wine-laden table,

also excelled

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

the dinner, Waylen

and Rena sat beside

Waylen was drunk.

extended

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

to

dimly lit, his flushed face still exuded an

a hushed voice, Rena inquired, “Why are you

profound silence

his face with his arm, his eyes closed as he softly responded, “You are my wife. How could I stand idly by while you’re trying so hard to

Waylen was affectionate.

blushed and replied, “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m not your

the car, the faint aroma of

to hold Rena’s hand. He touched the diamond ring on her finger and murmured, “You’re still wearing the ring.

couldn’t find the words to

gazing at

she was compliant, she seemed

“Now I’m half of your Waylen,

Half of her Waylen…

of him to say something

He rested his head on her shoulder.

Rena was indeed attracted

couldn’t shake the feeling that something

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

her. His lips and tongue were warm from the mellow

gasps filled the car, and the subtle sound of kissing

driver held

Waylen let go of her

her tenderly, he reveled

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

soon his chest became wet and warm.

She cried…

if her Waylen had

She missed him terribly.

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

and thumped him hard

She couldn’t

arrived at the hotel, their hearts heavy with the weight of their

them. They hadn’t been a couple for a long time, and now they found themselves in this intimate

room key card, she was suddenly held from

her back, his voice soft and warm as he said, “Still working out lately? Your waist