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 aid

tinge of wistfulness

slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold

she made her way

retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

the necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold, at

door, she sensed Waylen’s presence

his advance, she gently

against the safe and pressed

shoulder, he murmured,

“A little,” she confessed.

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.

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

tender gesture, Waylen

protest but, instead, he carried her gently to the

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively

as she called out his

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

subsided, leaving behind

gently. She turned her head to gaze at the

scattered through the autumn

of Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace.

Her words held true.

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

light, Waylen gazed at her for a prolonged

his body against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in

the social engagement from that

the chauffeur paid

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

not extend her

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless and it

visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

the accounts, Addie didn’t

her to the study on

that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie

undivided attention was fixed on the

her beauty had only grown more

tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone,

Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek

willing to assist for the sake of the more than two

those employees were once

dared not say more

Waylen collected Alexis and brought

into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she had won

the only child that had won a prize that day, and even

and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking,

chest proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene

Left momentarily

that moment, Waylen

surprised but he greeted

closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for her

he was disinclined to engage in any

be improper to be irked by things related to the

feel the need to explain

Marcus in her arms and played with him

kept company with

and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena,

gently,

them. Waylen assumed the

taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel

and then, Rena

of a dream, lying alone

her

intensified by the ceaseless

few rings, he

dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

followed and with weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are

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

continued chatting

Rena ended the

a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and keep her

picked up a photo of Rena

improved

tragic death that had

had

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

waning passion and doubts began to creep in.

weighing

in their comfort zone

Waylen had no improper

knock resounded at the door. Assuming

it was Ruth standing

a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately

silk pajama, she exuded a captivating sexual

room is broken. Can

by her advances, Waylen stood

of

and black suit pants,

mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

last time 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

imply that she

“Mr.

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

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed

Ruth found herself standing there, a

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