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 aid Elvira and rescue

wistfulness

the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more.

she made her

retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows

necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man

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

gently said, “I’m a

silence, he pressed her against the safe and pressed his

his chin on her shoulder, he murmured,

“A little,” she confessed.

me. I believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back

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

gesture, Waylen playfully

instead, he

expression of his dissatisfaction, he

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped

she called out his

soft murmur, he whispered into her

sweat subsided, leaving behind

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her head

scattered through

of Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips

Her words held true.

some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently

light, Waylen gazed at her for a

body against hers and murmured, “Rena,

Rena evaded his touch.

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

the social engagement from that

chauffeur paid more

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a mundane

not extend her condolences for

Group was leaderless and

her help for the Moore Group’s

of the accounts,

invited her to the study

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

on the account

beauty

of tears. Her brother had left no heir

funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to see

assist for the sake of the more than two

were once her father’s

say

Alexis

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

had won a prize that day, and

up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking,

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

Left

Waylen walked

but he greeted

it and handed it

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

be improper to be irked

feel the need to explain

her arms and played with

kept company

Waylen couldn’t resist approaching

smiled gently, signifying

assumed the leadership of the Exceed

It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between them

and then, Rena could not help

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

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached the

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless night

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

recounting the dream where

inquired, “Do you want me to come

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 the negotiation as soon as

chatting for

ended

but think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and

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

had improved considerably

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased

that Harold’s demise had left

to make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer among

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

weighing the advantages and

in their comfort zone after

had no improper desires

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

it was Ruth

Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule

she exuded a captivating sexual

my room is

Waylen stood firm at

the dead of

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

you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t

Ruth; she hadn’t

though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an

words seemed to imply that she

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never

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

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed

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

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