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 your feelings. I comprehend why you

wistfulness washed

eyes slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is

made

retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

Light of day

the safe’s door, she sensed

gently said,

the safe and pressed his lips

on her shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

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

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

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on her

didn’t protest but, instead, he

his dissatisfaction, he engaged

her, Rena instinctively

hoarse as she called out his name, “Waylen…

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

leaving behind

turned her head

scattered through

was warm, which offered solace. A

Her words held true.

took on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear

gazed

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

Rena evaded his touch.

his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell me about

social engagement from that

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

not extend her condolences for

death, the Moore Group

twice, seeking her help

the accounts, Addie didn’t fully

invited her to the study

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

undivided attention was fixed on

her beauty

surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the

at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to

am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees of the

were

not say more

Waylen collected Alexis and brought her

into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

had won a

girl and planted a kiss on her cheek,

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

Left

Waylen walked

seemed mildly surprised but he greeted

the account book. She closed it and handed it

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason

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

would be improper to be irked by things related

didn’t feel the

arms and played

kept

couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena, have

smiled gently, signifying

enveloped them. Waylen assumed the

two children were also well taken care of. It

now and then, Rena could not help

she was startled awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away on a business

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached

was further intensified by the

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

where Harold had a tragic

tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

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

desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible and return

chatting for

Rena ended

couldn’t help but think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back

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

relationship had improved considerably in recent

Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

Harold’s demise had

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

began to

weighing

to stay in their comfort

no improper desires for other

his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

it

she had deliberately adjusted her schedule

pajama, she

heater in my room is broken. Can

her advances, Waylen stood firm at

of night, he remained

and black suit pants, he exuded the

Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single and in

hadn’t expected him

he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped

seemed to imply that she

trembling Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my

up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company won’t survive

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen

Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine,

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