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.

I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously aid

wistfulness washed over

eyes slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold

she made

figure disappear into

necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day

she closed the safe’s door, she sensed

evading his advance, she gently said, “I’m a little

the safe and pressed his lips

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

“A little,” she confessed.

me. I believed that you should be mine, and

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

Waylen

he carried her

dissatisfaction, he

Rena instinctively wrapped

she called

whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you still

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to gaze at

moonlight scattered through the

Waylen’s body 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

dim light, Waylen gazed at her

hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

of his nose and said

the social engagement from that

the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was

did not extend her condolences for

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

seeking her help for the

the accounts, Addie didn’t

her to the

her. As they sat in

on

years passed, her beauty

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

attempted to seek her help, she even refused

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

those employees were

not say more on the

Waylen collected Alexis and

mother’s arms,

that had won a prize

picked up the adorable girl and planted a kiss

named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The

was Left

that moment, Waylen walked

but he greeted her

book. She closed it and handed it

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after

disinclined to engage in

irked by things related

didn’t feel the need

in her arms and played with

kept company

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

smiled gently, signifying her

Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena

care of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between

then, Rena could not help

awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away on a business

wrapped herself in her nightgown and

was further intensified

few rings, he

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her

Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to

continued chatting for a

ended

but think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and

hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it

relationship had improved considerably

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased

had left

a fuss about it since Harold

began to creep in. How

love often involved weighing

in their comfort

had no improper desires

work when a soft knock

surprise, it was

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

in a silk pajama, she exuded a

is broken. Can

advances, Waylen stood

of night, he remained

suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of a

Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many

hadn’t expected him to be so

with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as

to imply that she was nothing more than a

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell

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 gets

remark, Waylen slammed the

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

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