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.

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

of wistfulness washed

tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s

made her way

her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

Light of day again, it might trigger memories of

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

she gently

silence, he pressed her against the

shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

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

momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy

Waylen playfully

protest but, instead, he

his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

out hoarse as she called

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

subsided, leaving behind a sense

gently. She turned her head to

through the autumn

was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Yes, I

Her words held true.

took on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or

the dim light, Waylen gazed

he tenderly pressed his body against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a

the social engagement from that

the chauffeur paid more

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

did not extend her

Group was leaderless

her help for

the accounts,

invited her to the

As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared at

attention was fixed on

beauty had only grown

her, 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

but when I attempted to seek her help, she even

am willing to assist for the sake

those employees were once her father’s

dared not say more on the

Alexis

into her mother’s arms,

won a prize that day, and even Leonel had praised

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

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

was Left

that moment, Waylen walked over

surprised but he greeted

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

and departed, after explaining to

truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes

irked by

the need to

arms and played with

Waylen kept company

couldn’t resist approaching Rena,

smiled gently, signifying her

them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the

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

then, Rena could

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

herself in her

further intensified by the

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

the dream where Harold had a tragic

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to come

She declined his offer.

with weariness evident in her voice,

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

continued chatting for

Rena ended

were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to

line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up

had improved considerably

tragic death that had

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible

to make a fuss about it since Harold was

and doubts began to creep in. How

love often involved weighing the advantages and

in their comfort zone after

improper desires for

soft knock resounded at the door.

his surprise, it was

a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted

pajama, she exuded a captivating

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

her advances, Waylen stood firm

of night, he

suit pants, he exuded the

Miss Powell? If you don’t mind,

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t

indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status

imply that she was nothing more than

explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out,

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

found herself standing there, a chill running

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