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.

“Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you

of wistfulness washed

her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for

made

disappear into the soft shadows on the second

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

the safe’s door, she

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

he pressed her against the safe and pressed his

his chin on her shoulder, he

“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 now, what matters most to me is

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

gesture, Waylen playfully

protest but, instead, he carried her

of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

she called out his name,

a soft murmur, he whispered into

subsided, leaving

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

through the

occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace.

Her words held true.

intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or

light, Waylen gazed at her

hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie

Rena evaded his touch.

his nose and

social engagement

night, the chauffeur paid

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

not extend

the Moore Group was leaderless

seeking her help for the Moore

the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

her to the

help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie

attention was fixed on the account book

the years passed, her beauty had

at her, Addie felt a surge of emotion welling up, 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 reached

Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek

willing to assist for the sake of the more

of those employees were once

dared not say more on the

collected Alexis and

her return, Alexis joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms,

the only child that had won a prize that

a kiss on

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

was Left

that moment, Waylen walked

seemed mildly surprised but he

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

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason

Waylen smiled. In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any

improper to be irked by

the need

Marcus in her arms and played with him

kept company with

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

smiled gently, signifying

Waylen assumed the leadership of

taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent

then, Rena could not help

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

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached the

intensified by the

rings, he

recounting the dream where

inquired, “Do

She declined his offer.

evident in

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

chatting

ended

help but think if she were a few years younger, she might have

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

relationship had improved considerably in recent

Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension between

demise had left an indelible mark in

than to make a fuss about

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

often involved weighing the

in their comfort zone after considering all the

had no improper desires

knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room service, he went to

surprise, it was Ruth

was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay

in a silk pajama, she exuded

in my room is broken. Can I use

her advances, Waylen stood

dead of night, he remained

suit pants, he exuded

Powell? If you don’t mind, many

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to

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

imply that she was nothing more than

Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr.

middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen

standing there, a chill running down her

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