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

wistfulness

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

she made her way

retreating figure disappear

Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man

closed the safe’s door,

she gently said, “I’m a

against the safe and pressed

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

“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 back to me. But now, what matters most to me

that case, I would be

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

instead, he carried her

dissatisfaction, he engaged in

consumed her, Rena instinctively

voice came out hoarse as she called out his name,

soft murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do

sweat subsided, leaving behind a

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to

through the autumn

Waylen’s body was warm, which offered

Her words held true.

spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or

dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a

he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t

Rena evaded his touch.

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

chauffeur paid

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

did not extend her condolences

Group was

had visited her twice, seeking her help for

by the complexity of the

the study on

willing to help her. As

fixed on the account book before

her beauty had only grown more

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

at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to

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

those employees were once

not say more on

Waylen collected Alexis and

into her mother’s arms,

that had won a prize that day,

picked up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek,

Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’!

Left

moment, Waylen

Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with a

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

her and departed, after explaining

Waylen smiled. In truth, he was disinclined to engage

be irked by things related to

the need to explain

and played

kept company

warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena,

smiled gently, signifying her

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

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

Rena could not help recalling

a dream, lying alone on her

wrapped herself in her nightgown and

intensified by the ceaseless

rings, he answered the call with

the dream where Harold had a tragic

inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

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

“Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as

continued chatting for a

ended

if she were a few years younger, she might have longed

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

had improved considerably in

that had eased the tension

Harold’s demise had left an

fuss about

adapted to their waning passion and doubts began

weighing the

comfort

improper desires for

his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

surprise, it was Ruth

that Waylen was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had

in a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

my room is broken. Can I use yours?”

her advances, Waylen stood firm

the dead of

shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of

If you

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to

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

to imply that

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never

“Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the

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