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

of wistfulness

slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with

she made her way

seated, Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows

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

closed the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

his advance, she gently

pressed her against the safe and pressed

chin on her shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

that you should be mine, and you should

I would be happy to

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

but, instead, he carried her gently to

expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

as she called

completely captivated her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into her ear,

subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

her head to

scattered through the autumn

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

Her words held true.

various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others

the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for

body against hers and murmured,

Rena evaded his touch.

nose and

recalled the social engagement

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

not extend her

death, the Moore Group was leaderless

visited her twice, seeking her help

complexity of the

her to the study

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

on the account

years passed, her beauty had only grown

felt a surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting

I attempted to seek her

the matter, Rena replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for

were once her

dared not say

Waylen collected Alexis and brought

mother’s arms,

had won a prize that day, and

planted a kiss on

up her chest proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing

was Left

Waylen

surprised but

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

after explaining to Waylen

to engage

be improper to be irked by things

didn’t feel the need to explain

arms and played

kept

study exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist

gently, signifying

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

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

Rena

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

in her nightgown and

was further intensified by the ceaseless night

After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did you

dream where Harold had

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

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

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

chatting for

Rena ended the

but think if she were a few years younger, she might have

up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena

had improved considerably in

death that had eased the tension between

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had

than to make a fuss about it since Harold

to their waning passion and doubts began to creep

often involved weighing the advantages and

to stay in their comfort zone after

improper desires for

a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room service, he went to

it was Ruth

business trip to Hondrau, she had

she exuded a captivating sexual

is broken. Can I use yours?”

advances, Waylen stood firm at the

dead of night,

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

“How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t

hadn’t expected him

he treated women with grace and politeness. She had

imply that she was nothing

Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr.

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

cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

Ruth found herself standing there, a

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