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.

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

of wistfulness

Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more.

made her way

her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

the Light

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence

she gently said, “I’m a little weary

her against the safe and pressed his lips against

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But now,

case, I would be happy to

Waylen playfully nibbled on her

instead, he carried her

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction,

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

as she called out his name,

whispered into her ear,

leaving behind a sense

turned her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

scattered through

his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm,

Her words held true.

as spirits, while

the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for

pressed his body against hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell me about the business

recalled the social

and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t have any

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a mundane

extend her

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

her help

complexity of the accounts,

invited her to the study

her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented

undivided attention was fixed on

passed, her beauty had only grown more

verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore

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

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

those employees were

not say more

Alexis and

her return, Alexis joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms,

won a prize that day,

adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward

Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a

Left

Waylen

he seemed mildly surprised but

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

thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for

truth, he was disinclined to engage in any

would be improper to be irked by things related to

feel the need to explain

cradled Marcus in her arms and played with him

Waylen kept

couldn’t

gently,

ensuing days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the

two children were also well taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent

and then, Rena could

awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her

her nightgown and

was further intensified by the

Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness,

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do

She declined his offer.

in her voice, she asked, “Are you going to

stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible

chatting for

Rena ended the call

but think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and keep her

the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed

had improved considerably in

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

that Harold’s demise had

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

and doubts began to creep in. How much

weighing

to stay in their comfort zone

Waylen had no improper

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

it was

business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to

pajama, she exuded a captivating

is

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at the

of night,

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

he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status

that she was nothing

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

“Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out,

cutting remark,

a chill running down

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