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.

sofa, she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings.

of wistfulness

Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with

she made her

her retreating figure disappear

saw the Light of

door, she sensed

gently said, “I’m a

silence, he pressed her against the safe and pressed his lips against

on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his

“A little,” she confessed.

Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But now, what matters most to me is your happiness. If you find someone you love, I truly don’t mind. As long as she is a

I would be happy to see you with

tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

he

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

as she called out

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

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of

Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to

moonlight scattered through the

untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced

Her words held true.

intense as spirits, while others

Waylen gazed at her for a

pressed his body against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

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

recalled the social engagement from that

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

did not extend her

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and it

visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

complexity of the accounts,

her to the study on

help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared

fixed on the

years passed, her beauty had only grown more

left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in

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

to assist for the sake of

of those employees were

say more on the

Alexis and brought her

mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

child that had won a prize that day, and even Leonel had

and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking,

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

was Left momentarily

moment, Waylen

seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with a

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

after explaining to Waylen

disinclined to engage in

be improper to be irked by things related to

the need to explain

Marcus in her arms and played with

kept

comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering

gently, signifying

assumed the leadership of

taken care of. It appeared that

and then, Rena could

a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away on a business trip

herself in her

intensified by the ceaseless

number. After a few rings,

recounting the dream where Harold had a

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

She declined his offer.

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

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

continued chatting for a

ended

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

line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo

improved considerably in recent

death that

Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had

a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer

their waning passion and doubts began

love often involved weighing the advantages

to stay in their comfort zone after considering all

no improper desires for other

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

it

Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her

pajama, she exuded

is broken. Can I use yours?” she

Waylen stood firm at

in the dead of night, he

shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the

Miss Powell? If you

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be so

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

imply that she was nothing more

trembling Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler,

the middle of the

cutting remark, Waylen

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

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