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.

sofa, she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend

tinge of wistfulness washed

with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for you

made her way

disappear into the soft shadows

the necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger

door, she sensed

she gently said, “I’m

her against the safe

his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

her fingers, 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 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. As long as she is

that case, I would be

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

but, instead, he carried her gently

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively

voice came out hoarse as she called out his name,

soft murmur, he whispered into

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of

her

moonlight scattered through the

mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A

Her words held true.

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

Waylen gazed

body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t

Rena evaded his touch.

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

the social

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a mundane

extend her condolences

Group was leaderless and

visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

of the accounts, Addie

her to the study on

help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie

undivided attention was fixed on the account book before

the years passed, her beauty had only grown more

of tears. Her brother had left no heir

when I attempted to seek her help, she

willing to assist for the sake of the more than

of those employees were once her father’s

not say more on the

collected Alexis

threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over

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

adorable girl and planted a kiss on her

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

Left

that moment, Waylen

surprised but he greeted

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

her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason

to engage in any

irked by

the need to

and played

kept company with

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

gently, signifying her

days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was

two children were also well taken care of. It

every now and then, Rena could not help recalling

of a dream, lying alone on

her nightgown and approached

was further intensified

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

the dream where Harold had a

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

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

replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I

continued chatting

ended

but 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

relationship had improved

Harold’s tragic death that had eased

that Harold’s demise had

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

passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena

involved weighing

to stay in their comfort zone after considering all the

Waylen had no improper desires for other

he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

his surprise, it was Ruth

she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the

a silk pajama, she exuded

room is broken. Can I use yours?” she

Waylen stood firm at

of

pants, he exuded the masculinity of a mature

do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many

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

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

his words seemed to imply that she was nothing more

Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler,

men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

found herself standing there, a

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