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.

eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend

of wistfulness

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

she made her way

disappear into the soft shadows

it saw the Light of day

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

his advance, she gently said,

pressed her against the

his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

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

speechless “In that case, I would be happy

tender gesture, Waylen

he carried her gently to the

his dissatisfaction, he engaged

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around

out hoarse as she

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

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to

scattered through the

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

Her words held true.

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

the dim light, Waylen gazed

against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

the exquisite lines of his nose and said in

recalled the social engagement

the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

not extend her condolences

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

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

the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully

her to the study

Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in

fixed on the

the years passed, her beauty had only grown more

verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the

funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to see

composure, “I am willing to assist for the

employees were

not say

Waylen collected Alexis and brought her

threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant

had won a prize that day, and even Leonel

girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking,

Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for

was Left

Waylen walked

Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with a

the account book. She closed it and handed it

thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason

smiled. In truth, he was disinclined to

improper to be irked by things

feel the need to explain

her arms and played

kept company

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

smiled gently,

assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy

two children were also well taken care of. It appeared

every now and then, Rena could not help recalling

she was startled awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed

herself in her nightgown and approached the

was further intensified by the

chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings,

recounting the dream where Harold had a

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her voice, she asked,

the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible and

chatting

ended the

she might

other end of the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly for a long

had improved

death that had eased the

had left an indelible mark in

fuss about it since Harold

passion and doubts began to creep in.

often involved weighing the advantages

their comfort zone after considering

improper desires for

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

his surprise, it was Ruth

a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the same hotel as

in a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

my room is

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at

of night,

black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of a

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

hadn’t expected him to

grace and politeness. She had hoped that her

his words seemed to imply that she

Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company won’t

cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the

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