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

wistfulness washed over

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

she made

watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows

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

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

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

against the safe and pressed his

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

“A little,” she confessed.

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. But now, what matters most to me is your happiness. If you find someone you

her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would

Waylen playfully nibbled on

protest but, instead, he carried her gently to the

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

as she called out his

whispered

subsided, leaving behind a sense

gently. She turned her head to gaze at the

moonlight scattered through the autumn

warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips

Her words held true.

as spirits, while others flowed gently

gazed at

hers and murmured, “Rena,

Rena evaded his touch.

his nose and said in a seductive

social engagement from

“On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did.

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

extend her condolences

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

seeking her help

complexity of the accounts,

the study on the

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

undivided attention was fixed on the account book before

passed, her beauty had only grown

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

Harold’s 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

were

dared not say more

collected Alexis and brought

herself into her mother’s arms,

a prize that day, and even Leonel had

and planted a kiss on her cheek,

her chest proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for

Left momentarily

Waylen walked over with

spotting Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with

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

thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

he was disinclined to engage

improper to be irked by

didn’t feel the need to

Marcus in her arms and played

Waylen kept company with

couldn’t resist

gently,

ensuing days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena

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

then, Rena could not help recalling

dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away

herself in her nightgown

desolate autumn was further intensified by

slight chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did

recounting the dream where Harold had

Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

prolonged silence followed and with weariness evident in her voice, she asked,

desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I

continued chatting for a

Rena ended the

think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed

the other end of the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly for

improved considerably

that

demise had

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

doubts began to creep

love often involved weighing the advantages and

to stay in their comfort

improper

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

it was

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

in a silk pajama, she

my room is broken. Can

her advances, Waylen stood

dead of night, he remained

pants, he exuded the masculinity of a mature

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

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be so

and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress would gain his

imply that she was nothing

explain, “Mr. Fowler,

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 out, your tiny

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

there, a

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