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 your feelings.

wistfulness washed

distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no

made her way

her retreating figure disappear

saw the Light

door, she sensed

she gently said, “I’m a little weary

he pressed her against the safe and pressed his lips against

shoulder, he

“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 be mine, and you should regain your

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

tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

protest but, instead, he carried

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged

consumed her, Rena instinctively

as she called

captivated her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to gaze

moonlight scattered through the

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

Her words held true.

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

gazed at

hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie to

Rena evaded his touch.

exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive

the social engagement

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

extend her condolences for

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and it

her twice, seeking her help for

complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

invited her to the study

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

undivided attention was fixed on the account book before

beauty had only

tears. Her brother had left no heir for

at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help,

for the sake

of those employees were once

say more on the

Alexis

joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms,

only child that had won a prize

the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did

named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me

was Left momentarily

that moment, Waylen walked

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

and departed, after explaining to Waylen

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes due

be irked by things

feel the need to

and played

kept company with

Waylen couldn’t

smiled gently, signifying her

ensuing days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of

also well taken care of. It appeared that

every now and then, Rena could not

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

in her nightgown

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless

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

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had a

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

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

hoarsely, “Not yet. I want

continued chatting for

Rena ended

years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and

the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it

relationship had improved considerably in

that had eased

that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in Rena’s

make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer

waning passion and doubts began

love often involved weighing the advantages and

stay in their comfort zone after

had no improper desires

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

it was

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

a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

heater in my room is broken. Can I

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at the

the dead of night, he

black suit pants, he

much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates

hadn’t

with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her

to imply that she was nothing more

to explain, “Mr. Fowler,

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

cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

dead of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed

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