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

wistfulness

gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for you to be

she made her

disappear into the

Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold, at

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

she gently said, “I’m a little weary

silence, he pressed her against the safe and pressed his lips

chin on her shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

Rena caressed his handsome 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. But now, what matters most to me is your

leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see you

gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on her

but, instead, he carried her gently

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

instinctively wrapped her arms around his

she

murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you still

subsided, leaving

gently. She turned her

through the

demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Yes, I

Her words held true.

as spirits, while

light, Waylen gazed at her for a

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

Rena evaded his touch.

her slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell me about the business

recalled the social engagement from that

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

did not extend her condolences

Group was leaderless and it

had visited her twice, seeking her help

complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

her to the study on

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

attention was fixed on the

beauty had

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

attempted to seek her help, she

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

employees were once her

say more

Alexis and brought her

herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant

won a prize that day, and

a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did

Hygiene Model’!

Left

Waylen walked

seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with

She closed it and handed it to

departed, after explaining to

to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

irked by things

feel the need to

in her arms and played with him for

Waylen kept

exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly,

gently, signifying her

tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership

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

every now and then, Rena could not help recalling

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

herself in her nightgown and approached

intensified by

number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena,

the dream where

Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

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

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

continued chatting for

ended the call

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

of the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of

improved

Harold’s tragic death that had

that Harold’s demise had left an

fuss about it since Harold

passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena

love often involved weighing

in their comfort

Waylen had no improper desires for other

work when a soft knock

it was Ruth standing

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

she exuded a captivating

in my room is broken. Can I use

Waylen

the dead of night, he remained

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

“How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to

appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and

his words seemed to imply that she was nothing more than a

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

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

cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the encounter with

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