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.

earlier that day. His keen eye and persuasive words held considerable weight. Even though Rena had achieved much herself, she couldn’t help but admire his

careful consideration, he added, “However, I believe the current owner still has some unresolved matters with the land. My suggestion is, if the price exceeds 400 million dollars, it’s not worth

figure closely aligned with Rena’s

nodded, acknowledging

looking meek and compliant, Waylen couldn’t resist reaching out to touch

chill ran down Rena’s

Waylen appeared entirely composed, as if nothing had

pester her further.

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

of night, Rena found herself sprawled across

comprehend

to resist, she knocked

The door swung open.

Waylen, expressionless and

bare and only a

tips of 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.

hair with a towel and asked nonchalantly, “Aren’t we

he spoke casually, he stepped

back pressed

reached for his cigarette case at the end of the bed, pulled out a

lightly, “Is there something you want to tell

before asking softly, “Have you regained your

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

Her heart raced.

some of his

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

manipulate

observed her as he leisurely finished

a gentle whisper, “Let’s take all the time we

lips quivered

you deeply but I understand your

her eyes,

Waylen embraced her gently.

whispered softly, “I apologize, Rena. I’m truly sorry. I should never have forgotten

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

as if they were destined to

Eventually, nothing more occurred.

refrained 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

opened the

he caught

welled up with

her finger—a true piece of art he had placed on her during their time in

beseeched, “Rena, don’t reject

of emotions,

stood still. He did want to keep her, but beyond the desire to preserve their marriage, the physical longing he harbored for her, and the unexplained possessiveness, there

touched the diamond

mixture of

later, they

connection, he thoughtfully arranged for two young and beautiful girls

be art school students, possessed striking beauty.

the flow, found himself unable to decline and allowed the girls to

speaking with a reserved air. “Mr. Kent, it’s not that I’m opposed to relaxing. It’s just that she keeps a

Mr. Kent, appeared momentarily taken

an effort to apologize, he downed

a loss for words, so she offered a smile

night, Waylen imbibed a considerable amount. Fortunately, the contract negotiation took place over the wine-laden table, surprising Rena. She had

he also excelled at negotiating

too, indulged in the wine but his tolerance was meager, and he needed support to return to the

end of the dinner, Waylen

and Rena sat beside him, feeling a twinge of

Waylen was drunk.

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

estate developers; if they

to look at

lit, his flushed face still exuded an alluring

inquired, “Why are

profound silence enveloped the

softly responded, “You are my 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, I

Waylen was affectionate.

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

the faint aroma of

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

the words to

turned his head, gazing at her

she was compliant, she

“Now I’m half of

Half of her Waylen…

audacious of him to say something

on her shoulder. “Rena, I don’t believe you’re not attracted

indeed

she couldn’t shake the feeling

from the past,

her. His lips and tongue were warm from the mellow red wine, mixed with

filled the car, and

driver held his

let go of her and placed

tenderly, he reveled in

Rena trembled uncontrollably.

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

She cried…

if her Waylen had truly come

She missed him terribly.

Don’t cry, Rena. I’ll slowly remember

and thumped him hard

emotions swirled inside her like a storm. She couldn’t resist Waylen’s

their hearts heavy

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

room key card, she was

her back, his voice soft and