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.

she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand

of wistfulness

with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s

made her way

her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the second

the Light of day again, it might trigger memories

she closed the safe’s door, she

advance, she gently said, “I’m a little

against the safe and

his chin on her shoulder, he murmured,

“A little,” she confessed.

caressed 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

“In that case, I would be happy

Waylen

protest but, instead, he

dissatisfaction, he

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

hoarse as she called

her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into her ear,

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

She turned her head to gaze at

moonlight scattered through the autumn

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

Her words held true.

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

dim light, Waylen gazed at her

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

Rena evaded his touch.

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

the social engagement from that

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

extend her condolences for

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

her twice, seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

invited her to the study

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

was fixed on the

her beauty had only

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 out

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

assist for the sake of the more than two thousand

were

dared not say more

collected Alexis and brought her

into her mother’s arms, triumphant over

child that had won a prize that day, and even

girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward

was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping

Left

Waylen

but he greeted her with a reserved

verification of the account book. She closed it and handed

her and departed, after

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in

irked by

feel the

her arms and played

Waylen kept company with

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

gently, signifying her

of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was

taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between them

Rena could

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

herself in her nightgown

intensified by the

Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered

the dream where Harold

Waylen inquired, “Do you want me

She declined his offer.

followed and with weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are

“Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible

chatting for

ended the call

if she were a few years younger, she might

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

had improved considerably

that had eased the tension between

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had

about it since

to their waning passion and doubts began to

often involved weighing the advantages and

their comfort zone after considering

no improper

about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

it was Ruth standing

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

a silk pajama, she exuded

heater in my room is

by her advances, Waylen

in the dead of night,

pants, he exuded the masculinity of

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

Ruth; she hadn’t expected

time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress

to imply that she was nothing more

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would

Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed

standing there, a chill

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