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.

understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously aid Elvira

tinge of wistfulness

into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no

made her

watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

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

door,

gently said, “I’m a little weary

her against the

resting his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

Rena caressed his handsome face with her fingers, her voice soft and sincere. “We came to know 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

overwhelmed her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see you with her,” she

a tender gesture, Waylen

didn’t protest but, instead, he carried her

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction,

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her

as she called out his

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

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to

moonlight scattered through

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

Her words held true.

some as intense as spirits, while others

Waylen gazed at her for a

tenderly pressed his body against hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

of his nose and said in a seductive tone,

the social

chauffeur paid more attention

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

did not extend her

Group was leaderless and it declined

seeking her

complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

the study on the second

be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring

was fixed on the account

beauty had

felt a surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir

wept inconsolably at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to

Rena replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees

those employees were once her father’s

say

Waylen collected Alexis

her mother’s arms,

won a prize that

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

proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job

Left

that moment, Waylen

seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with a

it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant and have him

her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in

be irked by things

feel the need to explain

arms and played with him for a

kept company with

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

smiled gently,

them. Waylen assumed the

also well taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between

and then, Rena could

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

her nightgown and

intensified

number. After a few rings, he answered the call with

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

followed and with weariness evident in her voice, she

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

continued chatting for a

ended

few years younger, she might

up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly for a

had improved considerably in

tragic death that had eased the tension between

Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark

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

began to creep

involved weighing the advantages

stay in their comfort

no improper desires

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

surprise, it was Ruth

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

she exuded

the heater in my room is broken. Can

advances, Waylen stood firm

dead of night, he

black suit pants, he exuded

Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected

him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that

his words seemed to imply that she was nothing more

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

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

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the encounter with

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