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

tinge of wistfulness washed over

tinged with detachment. “Harold

made

figure disappear

knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might

she closed the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence behind

his advance, she gently

against the safe and pressed

shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

believed that you should

overwhelmed her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy

tender gesture, Waylen

instead, he carried her gently

dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

out hoarse as she called out

her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena,

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of

gently. She turned her head to gaze

moonlight scattered through

occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered

Her words held true.

spirits, while others flowed gently

gazed at her for a prolonged

body against hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell

the social engagement from

her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a mundane

did not extend

Moore Group was leaderless

seeking her help

the complexity of the accounts, Addie

her to the study on

willing to help her. As they sat

fixed on the account book before

years passed, her beauty had only grown

Addie felt a surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone, “Rena, I reached out to

funeral, but when I attempted to seek

the matter, Rena replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the

those employees were once

dared not say more on

collected Alexis

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

child that had won a prize that day, and even

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

‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher

Left momentarily

Waylen walked over

seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with

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

after explaining to Waylen the reason

to engage

irked by things

feel the need

cradled Marcus in her arms and played with

Waylen kept company with

study exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist

gently, signifying

a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy with her film

It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between them

now and then, Rena could not help

awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away on a business trip

in her nightgown

autumn was further intensified by the

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

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

inquired, “Do you want me to come

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are you going

desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to

continued chatting for

ended

few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and keep her

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

improved

it was Harold’s tragic death that had

understood that Harold’s demise had left

fuss about

waning passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena

love often involved weighing the advantages

comfort zone after considering

had no improper

his work when a soft knock resounded at the door.

it was Ruth

on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the

pajama, she exuded a

is broken. Can I use yours?” she

her advances, Waylen

the dead of night,

and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of a

charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be

he treated women with grace and politeness.

words seemed to imply that she was nothing more

attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night!

remark,

herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed

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