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.

“Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why

tinge of wistfulness

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

she made her way

figure disappear into the soft

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

she closed the safe’s door, she

she gently

the safe and pressed his lips

on her shoulder, he murmured,

“A little,” she confessed.

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

her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I

gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

didn’t protest but, instead, he

dissatisfaction,

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

she called out

a soft murmur, he whispered into

leaving behind a sense

gently. She turned her head to gaze

moonlight scattered through the autumn

warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied,

Her words held true.

forms, some as intense as spirits,

light, Waylen gazed at her for

hers

Rena evaded his touch.

traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in

recalled the social engagement from that

paid more

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

did not extend her

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless

seeking her help for the

of the accounts,

her to the study on the second

her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented

attention was fixed on the

her beauty had only grown

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

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

were once her father’s

say more on the

Waylen collected Alexis

her return, Alexis joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant

won a prize that day, and even

up the adorable girl and planted a kiss

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

Left

Waylen

mildly surprised but

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

her and departed, after explaining

Waylen smiled. In truth, he was disinclined to engage

be improper to be irked by things

didn’t feel the need

her arms and played with him

kept company with

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

gently, signifying

tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of

of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel

and then, Rena could not help

of a dream, lying alone on her

her

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless night

a slight chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

inquired, “Do

She declined his offer.

in her voice, she asked, “Are you

Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to

chatting

Rena ended the call

years younger, she might have longed for

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

had improved considerably in

Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension between

Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in Rena’s

than to make a fuss about it since Harold was

waning passion and doubts began to creep in. How

involved weighing

choose to stay in their comfort zone after considering all

improper desires for other

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

surprise, it was Ruth

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

a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

my room is broken.

her advances, Waylen stood firm at the

in the dead of

suit pants,

Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my

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

she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress would

imply that she was nothing more than

Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler,

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

remark, Waylen

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255