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.

a warm smile, Waylen proceeded to share his insights after inspecting the land earlier that day. His keen eye and persuasive words held considerable weight. Even

some unresolved matters with the land. My suggestion is, if the price exceeds 400 million

closely aligned with Rena’s bottom

nodded, acknowledging

Waylen couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her chestnut hair

chill ran down

Waylen appeared entirely composed, as

didn’t pester her further. Instead, he booked

be working overtime in Waylen’s room

of night, Rena found herself sprawled across the soft

comprehend her own

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

The door swung open.

expressionless

upper body was bare and only a bath towel was wrapped around

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

Rena’s throat tightened.

towel and asked nonchalantly, “Aren’t we going to an

stepped aside to let

pressed

of the

upwards, he inquired lightly, “Is there

for a moment before asking softly, “Have you

cigarette and replied, “Yes, certain things have come back

Her heart raced.

some

the words remained trapped within her. It felt as though he was pursuing her, yet also treating her

manipulate

them spoke further. Waylen simply observed her as he

a gentle whisper, “Let’s take all

quivered with

understand your apprehension. I’ll

her eyes,

Waylen embraced her gently.

against her hair as he whispered softly, “I apologize, Rena. I’m truly sorry. I should never

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

were destined to

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

the door for

stepped out, he caught her wrist and

welled

true piece of art he

beseeched, “Rena, don’t reject me any

arush of emotions, Rena

stood still. He did want to keep her, but beyond the desire to preserve their marriage, the

the diamond ring, Rena’s ears

shyness ignited a mixture of admiration

later, they departed from

and Rena’s connection, he thoughtfully

be art school students, possessed striking beauty.

the flow, found himself unable to decline and

I’m opposed to relaxing. It’s just that she keeps

Mr. Kent, appeared momentarily taken

effort to apologize, he

a loss for words, so

place over the wine-laden table, surprising Rena. She had always assumed that Waylen’s negotiating prowess

also excelled at negotiating

was meager, and he needed support to return to

of the dinner, Waylen was

driver helped him into the car and Rena sat

Waylen was drunk.

completely incapacitated. He extended his hand and patted

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

turned to look

the car was dimly lit, his flushed face

inquired, “Why

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 get this

Waylen was affectionate.

talk

faint aroma of

out to hold Rena’s hand. He touched the diamond ring on her

couldn’t find the words

turned his head, gazing

compliant,

said in a hoarse voice, “Now I’m

Half of her Waylen…

audacious of him to

head on her shoulder. “Rena, I don’t

Rena was indeed

feeling that something was not

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

her. His lips and tongue were warm from the mellow red

the car, and the subtle sound

held

go of her and placed his forehead

tenderly, he reveled in

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

and soon his chest became wet and warm.

She cried…

her Waylen had truly

She missed him terribly.

whispered gently, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry,

her hand and thumped him

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

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

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

room key card, she was

her back, his voice soft