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.

closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously aid Elvira

of wistfulness washed

opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need

she made her way

figure disappear into the soft shadows

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

the safe’s door, she

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

against the safe and

his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

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.

her momentarily speechless “In that case, I

Waylen playfully nibbled on her

but, instead, he carried her gently to

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped

voice came out hoarse as she called out his name,

In a soft murmur, he whispered into

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense

her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

through the

body was warm, which offered

Her words held true.

forms, some as intense as spirits, while

gazed at her for a

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

Rena evaded his touch.

the exquisite lines of his nose and said

the social engagement

body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a mundane

extend her

the Moore Group was leaderless and it declined

twice, seeking her help for the

of the accounts, Addie

her to the study on the second

As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea,

attention was fixed on

passed, her beauty had only

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

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

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

those employees were

dared not say

collected Alexis and

mother’s arms, triumphant over the

a prize that day,

the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking,

Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping

was Left momentarily

Waylen walked

surprised but he greeted her with a

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

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for

was disinclined to engage in

be improper to be irked

feel the

cradled Marcus in her arms and played with him for a

kept

couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena,

smiled gently, signifying her

Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed

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

and then, Rena could

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

in her

desolate autumn was further intensified by the

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

recounting the dream where

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do

She declined his offer.

silence followed and with weariness evident in her voice,

yet.

chatting

ended

a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and keep her

line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a

improved considerably in

was Harold’s tragic death that

Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in

better than to make a fuss about it since

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

weighing the advantages and

their comfort

Waylen had no improper desires for other

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

it

a business trip to Hondrau, she had

she exuded a captivating sexual

is broken.

Waylen stood firm

the dead of night, he remained

pants, he exuded

you charge, Miss Powell? If you

she hadn’t expected him

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 actress

that she was nothing more

explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would

middle

cutting remark, Waylen

Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by

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