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

tinge of wistfulness washed

opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no

made

Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold,

she closed the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence

she gently said, “I’m a little

her against the safe and pressed his

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But

emotions overwhelmed her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to

Waylen

he carried

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he

consumed her, Rena instinctively

voice came out hoarse as she called out his

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

subsided, leaving

turned her

scattered through the autumn

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

Her words held true.

as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear

dim light, Waylen gazed

hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t

Rena evaded his touch.

exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive

recalled the social

lifted Rena’s body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t have any

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

extend her

Group was leaderless and

seeking her help for

complexity of the accounts,

invited her to the

would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented

undivided attention was fixed on

beauty had only grown more

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

inconsolably at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her

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

were

dared not say more on the

Alexis and

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

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

and planted a kiss

was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’!

Left

that moment, Waylen

mildly surprised but he

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

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for

was disinclined to engage in any disputes due

irked

the need

Marcus in her arms and played with

Waylen kept company with

Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena, have we

smiled gently, signifying her

a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership

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

Rena

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

herself in her nightgown

desolate autumn was further intensified by the

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

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

with weariness evident in her voice,

stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon

chatting for

ended the call

couldn’t help but think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to

picked up a photo of Rena and

relationship had improved considerably

Harold’s tragic death that had

had left an

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

waning passion and doubts began

love often involved weighing

stay in their comfort

no improper desires

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

it was Ruth

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

a silk pajama, she

heater in my room is broken. Can I use

advances, Waylen stood firm

dead of night, he

pants, he exuded the masculinity of a mature

you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t

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

that she was

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would

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

cutting remark, Waylen

there, a chill running

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