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.

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

wistfulness washed over

with

she made her

her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

that when it saw the Light of day

she closed the safe’s door, she sensed

she gently said, “I’m a little weary

her against the safe and

chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing

“A little,” she confessed.

with 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

her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see

gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on her

protest but, instead, he carried her gently

dissatisfaction, he engaged

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around

as she called out his name,

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

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense

gently. She turned her

scattered through the autumn

was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Yes, I

Her words held true.

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

gazed at her for a

his body against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone,

recalled the social engagement from that

chauffeur paid more attention

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was

not extend her condolences

Group was leaderless and it

visited her twice, seeking her help for the

complexity of the

the

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

undivided attention was fixed on

beauty had

brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone, “Rena, I reached out to

inconsolably at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted

composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees of the Moore

employees were

say more

collected Alexis and brought her

her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

a prize that day, and even Leonel

a kiss on her

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

Left momentarily

Waylen

but he greeted her with a

and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant and have him recheck

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for her

truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

be irked by things related

the need to

and played with

kept company

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

gently,

sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed

care of. It appeared that the

and then, Rena

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

wrapped herself in her nightgown and

intensified by

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

the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

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

She declined his offer.

in her voice, she asked,

Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as

continued chatting

ended the call

but think if she were a few years younger, she

picked up a photo of Rena and gazed

relationship had improved considerably

that

that Harold’s demise had left

a fuss about it since Harold

began

involved weighing the

to stay in their comfort zone after

improper desires

knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was

it was Ruth

that Waylen was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had

pajama, she exuded

in my room is

her advances, Waylen

of night, he

and black suit pants, he exuded the

If you don’t mind, many of my

hadn’t expected him to

indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress would

to imply that she was nothing more than

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

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

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed

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