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.

closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously

of wistfulness washed over

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

she made her way

her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

saw the Light of

the safe’s door, she sensed

his advance, she gently said, “I’m a little

her against the safe

shoulder, he murmured,

“A little,” she confessed.

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

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

Waylen playfully

protest but, instead, he carried her gently

his dissatisfaction, he

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around

voice came out hoarse as she

he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense

She turned her head to gaze at

through the autumn

her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which

Her words held true.

as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or spring

the dim light, Waylen gazed at her

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

Rena evaded his touch.

of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell me about

the social

body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was

extend her

Group was leaderless and it

seeking her help

by the complexity of the

her to the

to help her. As they sat in the

on the

the years passed, her beauty had

Addie felt a surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left

but when I attempted to seek her

composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of

of those employees were

dared not say

Waylen collected Alexis and brought

mother’s arms, triumphant over

had won a prize

planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What

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

Left momentarily

that moment, Waylen walked

Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her

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

her and departed, after explaining to Waylen

truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes

irked by things related to

didn’t feel the need to

in her arms and played with him for

Waylen kept company with

comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena,

smiled gently,

the leadership of the Exceed Group, while

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

Rena could not help

a dream, lying alone on her bed

in her nightgown and approached

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless

chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call

where

inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

prolonged silence followed and with weariness evident in her

stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the

chatting for

Rena ended

think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come

up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly for a long

had improved considerably in recent

tragic death that had eased the tension between

Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in

than to make a fuss about

to their waning passion and doubts began to creep

weighing

choose to stay in their comfort zone after

Waylen had no improper

knock resounded at

his surprise, it

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

silk pajama, she exuded

heater in my room is

by her advances, Waylen

in the dead of night, he remained

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

Powell? If you

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

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

that she

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

with disdain, “Really? 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 survive for

cutting remark, Waylen

there, a chill running

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