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

wistfulness washed

distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no

made her way

disappear into the soft shadows on the

that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger

the safe’s door,

advance, she gently

silence, he pressed her against the safe

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

“A little,” she confessed.

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

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

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on her

but, instead, he carried her gently to

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

instinctively wrapped

out hoarse as she

completely captivated her. In a soft murmur, he whispered

leaving behind a sense of

turned her head to

scattered through the autumn

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

Her words held true.

spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or

the dim light, Waylen gazed

he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena,

Rena evaded his touch.

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

social engagement from

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was

not extend

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and it declined

her twice, seeking her help

by the complexity of the

the study

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

undivided attention was fixed on the account book before

her beauty had only grown

Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed

when I attempted to seek her help,

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

employees were once her father’s

say more on

Waylen collected Alexis and brought her

Alexis joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she had

was the only child that had won a prize that day, and even

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

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

Left

that moment, Waylen

surprised but he greeted her with a

the account book. She closed it and handed it

departed, after explaining

disinclined to engage in any

would be improper to be irked

didn’t feel the

Marcus in her arms and played with him for a

kept company

exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t

smiled gently,

ensuing days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership

It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between

now and then, Rena could not help recalling

of a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen

wrapped herself in her nightgown

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless night

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

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me

She declined his offer.

in her voice, she asked, “Are you going

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

chatting

ended

if she were a few years younger, she might have

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

relationship had improved considerably in

death that had eased the tension between

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in Rena’s

about it since Harold was no Longer among the

to their waning passion and doubts began to

often involved weighing the

their comfort zone after considering all

no improper desires for other

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

surprise, it was

Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule

in a silk pajama, she exuded

room is broken. Can I

by her advances, Waylen stood firm

the dead of

pants, he exuded

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

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her

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

Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler,

with disdain, “Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night!

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen

found herself standing there, a

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