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 continuously

wistfulness washed over

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

made

disappear into the soft shadows on the second

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

the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

gently

pressed her against the safe

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing

“A little,” she confessed.

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 happiness. If you find someone you love, I truly don’t mind. As long

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

Waylen playfully

instead, he carried her gently

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

instinctively wrapped her

as she called out his name, “Waylen…

soft murmur, he whispered into her

subsided, leaving behind a

her head to

moonlight scattered through

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

Her words held true.

forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea

gazed at her for a

hers and murmured,

Rena evaded his touch.

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

the social

chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

not extend her condolences for

death, the Moore Group

had visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

of the accounts, Addie

the study

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

fixed on the account

years passed, her beauty had only grown

on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say

wept inconsolably at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to

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

of those employees were

dared not say

Waylen collected Alexis and brought her

mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

was the only child that had won a prize that

a kiss on her cheek, asking,

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

was Left

moment, Waylen walked over

mildly surprised but

book. She closed it and handed

after

to

improper to be irked by things related to the

didn’t feel the

her arms and played with him for

Waylen kept company with

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

gently, signifying

tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed

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

every now and then, Rena

startled awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her

her

autumn was further intensified

Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are you going to

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

chatting

Rena ended

few years younger, she might have longed for

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

had improved considerably in recent

death that had

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

about it

and doubts began to creep in. How much did

often involved weighing the

comfort

improper

was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the

his surprise, it was Ruth

business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the same hotel

in a silk pajama, she exuded a

room is broken. Can

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at

dead of night, he remained

and black suit pants, he exuded the

Powell? If

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to

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

that she was nothing more than a

“Mr. Fowler, I would

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

that cutting remark,

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

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