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 you

of wistfulness washed

words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for you to be jealous

she made her

retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold, at

door, she sensed Waylen’s

she gently

pressed her against the safe and pressed

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

“A little,” she confessed.

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

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

Waylen playfully nibbled on her

protest but, instead, he carried her

expression of his dissatisfaction,

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

as she called out

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

sweat subsided, leaving behind

She turned her head to gaze at

through the autumn

his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which

Her words held true.

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

Waylen gazed

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

Rena evaded his touch.

she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in

recalled the social

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

not extend her condolences for

Moore Group was leaderless and

her help for the Moore

of the accounts, Addie didn’t

to the study on the second

be willing to help her. As they sat in

undivided attention was fixed on the

beauty had only

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 seek her

Rena replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for

those employees were once her father’s

say more

Alexis

Alexis joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms,

won a prize

planted a kiss on her cheek,

named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping

Left

that moment, Waylen walked

mildly surprised but he greeted her with

She closed it and handed it to Addie,

departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for her

disinclined to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

would be improper to be irked by things related to the

didn’t feel the need to explain

her arms and played

kept

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

smiled gently, signifying her

tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy with

also well taken care of. It appeared that the

every now and then, Rena could

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

her nightgown and

desolate autumn was further intensified

a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did you have

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

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

documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet.

continued chatting

Rena ended

but think if she were a few years younger, she might

other end of the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of

had improved

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension between

Harold’s demise had left an indelible

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

doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena

weighing the

comfort zone after considering all

improper

was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the

it was

to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted

in a silk pajama, she exuded

in my room is broken.

advances, Waylen stood firm

the dead of night, he remained

white shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of a

charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single

she hadn’t

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

to imply that she was nothing more than a

Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell

Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company won’t

remark, Waylen slammed

found herself standing there, a chill running

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