A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1301-1310

Rena turned her head.

Addie approached Rena slowly, her voice hoarse from crying. “Before my brother passed away, he asked me to give you two things. He said he wanted you to have a look.”

There was a necklace and a key.

Addie covered her mouth and continued, “Harold bought them especially for you.”

In silence, Rena took the items from Addie’s hands.

Addie sniffled and said, “Rena, my mother has no courage to face you.

She asked me to apologize to you. She said if she could have convinced my brother back then, maybe you and he could have Lived a happy life.

He really… liked you. Rena, what I fear most is that you don’t want to believe that he loved you… In the past few years, he had had a bad time.”

Rena was also going through a difficult time.

Whose first Love was not unforgettable?

And Harold’s death was untimely.

Rena sat in the car, her expression thoughtful. Ross, the driver, spoke softly. “Mrs. Fowler, shall we head home now or…”

Rena lowered her head, holding the key in her hand.

“I want to go somewhere,” she said softly.

Without further questions, Ross drove her to an old neighborhood in the east of the city. He considerately stayed in the car, giving Rena the space she needed.

Alone, Rena ascended the stairs.

Many years ago, the Moore family had lived here temporarily, in an 80-square-meter apartment.

Back then, Rena often cooked for Harold.

He was always so busy…

Whenever he returned, she would be dozing off on the table.

This was where she had spent her youth.

As Rena opened the door, she found the interior Largely unchanged, but there were some new additions that indicated someone came here often to clean. There was even a plate of washed fruit on the table.

A large painting hung on the wall.

It depicted Harold and Rena, a group photo from their college days.

In her early twenties, Rena had confessed her love for Harold at that time…

Their group photo was also placed by the bedside in the bedroom.

After standing quietly for a while, Rena made her way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was stocked with plenty of fruits and vegetables. With composure, she took some out and proceeded to make two simple dishes and a soup, Harold’s favorite.

Once done, she set the dishes on the table.

Rena thought that if souls existed, Harold would remember to come back for the meat.

As she left, she left the key behind.

She knew she would never return.

Walking down the stairs, the cold night breeze brushed against her face.

Rena didn’t know if life would have been better without Harold’s betrayal, but she understood there was no turning back. She had Loved Harold, and now, all she could do for him after his death was to prepare a meal…

*

As Rena descended the stairs, she was met with a slightly chaotic scene.

Aline had arrived, accompanied by several members of the Moore family.

Addie, Harold’s sister, pulled Aline and cried, “My brother has passed away. Aline, why are you still causing a scene here?”

Aline was utterly distraught.

Her heart raced, and she seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

Staring at Rena, she shouted, “He died for you! He came to me and pleaded for you. Even when he left, he went to see you. He was dying, and he still had you on his mind… He made sure this place was well-kept and came to clean it every week. Rena, do you ever think about him?”

Aline’s emotions were a whirlwind of desperation and jealousy.

She appeared almost mad, and those around her tried to calm her down.

With composure, Rena replied, “I’m married.”

Her marriage meant she couldn’t dwell on her former lover.

Harold was gone…

While Rena felt a hint of sadness, she couldn’t reciprocate the same love they once shared. Their connection had merely been a missed opportunity, not to mention the fact that Harold had almost ruined the Gordon family.

Ross opened the car door for Rena.

She stepped into the vehicle, her nose reddened from suppressed emotions. In a low voice, she said, “Let’s go.”

The black Limousine pulled away slowly.

Meanwhile, Aline continued to create a scene. She had been the one who had a physical relationship with Harold before his death, yet he still thought about Rena when he was dying. The Moore family had even entrusted Rena with Harold’s most precious possession.

As the autumn night grew darker, the rain poured heavier.

Aline knelt on the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably.

It was already past midnight when Rena came back to the villa, a sense of peace settling over her.

Within the hall, bathed in a soft glow from the lamps, Waylen sat, cradling a glass of crimson wine in his hand.

Exhausted, Rena removed her coat and settled down beside him.

With gentleness in her voice, she requested, “Waylen, would you mind pouring me a glass of red wine?”

His gaze spoke volumes, revealing profound emotions that stirred within.

Yet, despite the emotions that Lingered, he poured her a glass of wine, watching as she sipped from it.

As the wine’s warmth enveloped her, Rena felt a subtle flush on her cheeks.

she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously aid Elvira

tinge of wistfulness washed

words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more.

made her

disappear into the soft

the necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of

door, she sensed

gently

silence, he pressed her against the safe and pressed his

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing sadden

“A little,” she confessed.

each other after his betrayal. You Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back

speechless “In that case, I would

Waylen playfully nibbled

didn’t protest but, instead, he carried her gently

dissatisfaction,

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her

as she called

captivated her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into her

leaving

turned her head to

scattered through the

Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint

Her words held true.

took on various forms, some as intense as spirits,

gazed

against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

her slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive

social engagement

that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t have any

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

did not extend her

the Moore Group was leaderless and

her help for the

by the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

her to the study

that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie

undivided attention was fixed on the

passed, her beauty

the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her

when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to

replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for the

of those employees were

say

Alexis and brought her

threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

had won a prize that

a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did you

Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job

was Left

moment, Waylen walked over

surprised but he greeted her with

finished the verification of the account book. She closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason

smiled. In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes due

irked by things related to the

feel the

in her arms and played with

kept

comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist

gently,

sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while

of. It

now and then, Rena could not help

dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen

her nightgown and approached the

intensified by the ceaseless night

chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered

where Harold had a

“Do

She declined his offer.

prolonged silence followed and with weariness evident in

of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want

chatting

ended the

she might have longed for him to come back and

the other end of the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it

improved considerably

Harold’s tragic death that

had left

knew better than to make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer

doubts began to creep in.

weighing the advantages and

their comfort zone after

improper desires

his work when a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room service, he

surprise, it

Waylen was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay

a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating sexual

in my room is broken. Can I use yours?” she

advances, Waylen stood firm at

the dead of

white shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of

a nonchalant tone, he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If

hadn’t expected

grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress

to imply that

attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my

on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this

delivering that cutting remark,

found herself standing there, a chill running down

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