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.

inspecting the land earlier that day. His keen eye and persuasive words held considerable weight. Even though Rena had achieved much herself, she couldn’t

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

that figure closely aligned with Rena’s

acknowledging

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

chill ran down Rena’s

glanced up at him but Waylen appeared

pester her further. Instead, he booked a suite

would be working overtime in Waylen’s room

the dead of night, Rena found herself sprawled across

couldn’t comprehend

she knocked on Waylen’s bedroom door.

The door swung open.

stood Waylen, expressionless and scantily

upper body was bare and only a bath towel was wrapped

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

Rena’s throat tightened.

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

he spoke casually, he stepped aside to let her

back pressed against

end of

of smoke spiraled upwards, he inquired lightly,

before asking

deep drag on the cigarette and replied, “Yes, certain things have come back

Her heart raced.

some of

trapped within her. It felt as though he was pursuing her, yet

to manipulate emotions was

Waylen simply observed her as he leisurely finished

gentle

lips quivered

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

her eyes, Rena looked

Waylen embraced her gently.

softly, “I apologize, Rena. I’m

arms, she tensed but, throughout,

destined to be intertwined for the rest of their

Eventually, nothing more occurred.

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 my

the

out, he

eyes welled up

down, gently caressing the diamond ring adorning her finger—a true piece of art he had placed on her

“Rena, don’t

of

preserve their marriage, the physical longing he harbored

the diamond ring, Rena’s

shyness ignited a mixture of admiration and

later, they departed from

connection, he thoughtfully arranged for two young and beautiful girls to accompany

rumored to be art school

himself unable to decline and allowed the girls to sit beside

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

Kent, appeared momentarily taken

effort to apologize, he downed

at a loss for words, so she offered a smile

over the wine-laden

he also excelled at negotiating over

and he needed support to return to

dinner,

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

turned to look at

was dimly lit, his flushed face still exuded

a hushed voice, Rena inquired, “Why are you helping

silence enveloped

with his arm, his eyes closed as he softly responded, “You are my wife. How could I stand idly

Waylen was affectionate.

“Don’t talk

faint aroma of

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

find the words to

turned his head, gazing at

compliant,

voice, “Now I’m half of your

Half of her Waylen…

him to say something like

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

Rena was indeed

couldn’t shake the feeling that

the past, and she was really

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

gasps filled the car, and the subtle

driver held

of her and placed his forehead against

he

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

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

She cried…

wondered if her Waylen had

She missed him terribly.

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

suddenly stretched out her hand and thumped him hard

inside her like a storm. She couldn’t resist Waylen’s presence, even though she felt a

hotel, their hearts heavy with the weight

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

tapped her room key card,

her waist sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned against her back, his voice soft and warm as he said, “Still working out