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 why you continuously

wistfulness washed

with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s

made her

retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

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

closed the safe’s door, she

she gently

her against the

his chin on her shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

you should be mine, and you

momentarily speechless “In that case, I would

Waylen playfully nibbled on her

instead, he carried

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged

instinctively wrapped her arms around his

out hoarse as she called out his name,

In a soft murmur, he whispered into her

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

gently. She turned her head to

moonlight scattered through

her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips

Her words held true.

spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or spring

dim light, Waylen gazed at

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

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 social engagement from that

paid more attention than I did. Rena,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

not extend

the Moore Group was leaderless and

her help for

complexity of the accounts,

to the study

to help her. As

attention was fixed on the

her beauty had only

up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her

when I attempted to seek

the matter, Rena replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees

employees were

dared not say more on

Alexis and brought

her mother’s arms, triumphant

only child that had won a prize that day, and even Leonel had praised

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

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

was Left

that moment, Waylen walked

seemed mildly surprised but he greeted

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

Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to

disinclined to engage in any disputes

to be irked by things

the

Marcus in her arms and

Waylen kept company with

exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena, have

gently, signifying her

them. Waylen assumed the

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

then, Rena

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

her nightgown

intensified by the ceaseless

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

the dream where

“Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her

yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible and

chatting

Rena ended the call

if she were a few years younger, she

line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and

improved considerably in recent

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension

demise had left an

to make a fuss about it since Harold

began

often involved weighing the advantages

stay in their comfort zone after considering all

had no improper desires for

a soft knock resounded at the

it was

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

she exuded a captivating sexual

my room is broken. Can I use yours?” she

Waylen

dead of night, he remained

white shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the

tone, he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind,

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to

last time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status

his words seemed to imply that she was

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

“Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore,

cutting remark, Waylen

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

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