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

of wistfulness

gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for you to be jealous

she made

disappear into the

it saw the Light of day again,

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

she gently

the safe and

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

“A little,” she confessed.

know each other after his betrayal. You Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and you

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

Waylen

didn’t protest but, instead, he carried

dissatisfaction, he engaged in

instinctively

came out hoarse as she called out his name, “Waylen…

In a soft murmur, he whispered into her ear,

subsided, leaving behind

turned her head to gaze

through the

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

Her words held true.

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

light, Waylen gazed at

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

Rena evaded his touch.

of his nose and said in a seductive tone,

the social

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

not extend her condolences for

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless and it

had visited her twice, seeking her help for the

the accounts, Addie didn’t

invited her to the study on the

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

undivided attention was fixed on the account book before

the years passed, her beauty had only grown more

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

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

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

of those employees were once her

not say

Alexis

herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she had

a

girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What

‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me

Left

that moment, Waylen

surprised but he

of the account book. She closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant and

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in

improper to be irked by things related to the

feel the need to explain

and played with him

Waylen kept company with

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

smiled gently, signifying

them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the

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

and then, Rena could

a dream, lying alone on

her nightgown and approached the

further intensified by the

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

the dream where Harold had a tragic

“Do

She declined his offer.

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

replied hoarsely, “Not yet.

continued chatting for

Rena ended

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

picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly for a long

improved considerably in

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had

better than to make a fuss about

adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did

weighing the advantages and

to stay in their comfort zone after

Waylen had no improper

about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was

surprise, it was

had deliberately adjusted her schedule to

she exuded a captivating sexual

Fowler, the heater in my room is broken. Can I

Waylen

the dead of night, he remained

and black suit pants, he exuded the

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

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be

time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped

to imply that

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

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

remark, Waylen slammed the

the dead of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running

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