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.

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

has some unresolved matters with the land. My

aligned with Rena’s bottom

acknowledging

resist reaching out to touch her chestnut hair gently, remarking, “You’re quite obedient in this

chill ran down Rena’s

appeared entirely

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

aware that Hector would be

night, Rena found herself sprawled across

couldn’t comprehend her own

knocked on

The door swung open.

expressionless and

bare and only a bath towel was wrapped around his

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

Rena’s throat tightened.

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

he stepped aside to

pressed against

case at the end of the bed, pulled

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

hesitated for a moment before asking softly, “Have you regained your

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

Her heart raced.

some of

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

manipulate

spoke further. Waylen simply observed her as he

voice a gentle whisper, “Let’s take

lips quivered

her lips, expressing his longing, “I desire you deeply but I understand your apprehension. I’ll treat you right

her eyes, Rena looked

Waylen embraced her gently.

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

throughout, she was unwilling

to be intertwined for the

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

opened the door

as she stepped out, he caught her wrist and

eyes welled up

finger—a true piece of art he had placed

he beseeched, “Rena, don’t

of emotions,

desire to preserve their marriage, the physical longing he harbored for

the diamond ring, Rena’s ears turned

shyness ignited a mixture of admiration

later, they

he thoughtfully arranged for two

art school students, possessed

to decline and allowed the

to relaxing. It’s just that

Mr. Kent,

to apologize, he downed three glasses of

a loss for words,

over the wine-laden table, surprising Rena. She had always assumed

he also excelled at negotiating over

and he needed

the end of the dinner, Waylen

him into the car and Rena sat beside him, feeling a twinge

Waylen was drunk.

wasn’t completely incapacitated. He extended his hand and

south. Especially with real estate developers; if they don’t

to look

his flushed face still

hushed voice, Rena inquired, “Why

profound silence

wife. How could I stand idly by while you’re trying so hard to get this project? And you just had a fever… Of course,

Waylen was affectionate.

“Don’t talk nonsense.

car, the faint aroma of

He touched the diamond ring on her finger and murmured, “You’re still wearing

couldn’t find the words

gazing at her with

compliant, she seemed so

voice, “Now I’m half

Half of her Waylen…

him to say something like

again. He rested his head on her shoulder. “Rena, I

was indeed attracted to

she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was

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

her. His lips and tongue were

gasps filled the car, and the subtle

held his

let go of

tenderly, he reveled

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

to his arms, and soon his chest became

She cried…

wondered if her Waylen had truly come

She missed him terribly.

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

out her hand and thumped him hard a

raced as her emotions swirled inside her like a storm. She couldn’t resist Waylen’s presence, even though

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

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

tapped her room key card,

shiver down her spine. He leaned against her back, his voice soft