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.

against the sofa, she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I

wistfulness washed

distance, her words tinged with detachment.

made her

figure disappear into the soft

the Light

door, she sensed Waylen’s

she gently

her against the safe and

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

“A little,” she confessed.

face 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 to me.

I

gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

but, instead, he carried her gently

expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

voice came out hoarse as she called out

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

subsided, leaving behind a

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head

scattered through the autumn

Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace.

Her words held true.

as intense as spirits, while others

Waylen gazed at

hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

his nose and

social engagement from

night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

not extend her

the Moore Group was

her twice, seeking her

the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

her to the study

be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared at

on the account

passed, her beauty had only

emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone, “Rena, I reached out to

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

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

those employees were once her father’s

dared not say more on the

collected Alexis and

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

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

girl and planted a kiss

Hygiene Model’! The

was Left

Waylen walked over with

he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with a reserved

handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for

to engage

irked by things related to the

didn’t feel the need to

and played with him

Waylen kept company

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

gently, signifying

enveloped them. Waylen assumed the

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

Rena

the midst of a dream, lying alone

her nightgown and approached the

was further intensified

few rings,

the dream where Harold had a tragic

tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

with weariness evident in her

“Not yet.

chatting for

ended

help but think if she were a few years younger, she

up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed

relationship had improved considerably

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased

demise had left

knew better than to make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer

and doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena

often involved weighing

to stay in their comfort zone after considering all

improper desires for other

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

it was

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

pajama, she exuded a captivating

in my room is broken. Can

advances, Waylen stood firm at the

the dead of night,

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

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

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t

time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List

that she was nothing more

explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never

and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this

remark,

standing there, a chill

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