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

of wistfulness washed over

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

made

disappear

when it saw the Light of day

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence

gently said, “I’m a little weary

the safe and

shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

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 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.

momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see

Waylen

but, instead, he carried her gently to

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

hoarse as she called out his

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

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a

gently. She turned her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

moonlight scattered through the

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

Her words held true.

on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently

the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for

tenderly pressed his body against hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

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

social engagement

and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

did not extend

Group was leaderless and

twice, seeking her help

the accounts, Addie

her to the

be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring

undivided attention was fixed on the account book

the years passed, her beauty had only grown

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,

when I attempted

for the sake of the more than two thousand

were once her

say more on

collected Alexis and brought

threw herself into her mother’s arms,

only child that had won a prize that day, and

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

replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene

was Left

Waylen

Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he

and handed it to Addie, saying,

Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen

truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes

irked

didn’t feel the need to

in her arms and played with him for a

Waylen kept company

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

gently,

a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership

also well taken care of. It appeared that the

every now and then, Rena could

in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away on

in her nightgown and approached the

intensified by

number. After a few rings, he answered the

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

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

“Not yet. I want to

chatting

ended the call

years younger, she might have longed for him

Waylen picked up

improved considerably

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

demise had left an indelible mark

about it since Harold was no

he adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena Love

often involved weighing the

stay in their comfort zone after considering

had no improper

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

his surprise, it

to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to

silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

in my room is broken. Can

advances, Waylen stood firm

dead of

suit pants, he exuded

much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you

she hadn’t expected him

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 gain his

seemed to imply that she was nothing more than a

explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never

up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of

remark, Waylen

a

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