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

wistfulness washed over

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

made her way

retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might

the safe’s door, she sensed

his advance, she gently said,

her against the safe and pressed his

shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

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 now, what matters most to me is your happiness. If

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

Waylen

but, instead, he carried her gently to

his dissatisfaction, he

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

she called out

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

leaving behind a

turned her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

moonlight scattered through the autumn

demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace.

Her words held true.

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

dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a

against hers and murmured, “Rena,

Rena evaded his touch.

her slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said

recalled the social engagement from

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

extend her condolences

Group was

her twice, seeking her help

of the accounts, Addie

the

didn’t expect that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the

on the account book before

her beauty had only

left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone,

funeral, but when I attempted to seek

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

employees were once her

not say more on the

Waylen collected Alexis

threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over

that had won a prize that day, and even Leonel had praised

picked up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward

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

Left

Waylen

but he greeted

account book. She closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it

after explaining to Waylen

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

would be improper to be irked

the

in her arms and played with

kept

Waylen couldn’t

gently, signifying

assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy

of. It appeared that the once-violent

and then, Rena

the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed

in her nightgown

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless

a slight chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings,

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to come

She declined his offer.

and with weariness evident in her voice,

Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude

continued chatting

Rena ended

she were a few years younger, she might have longed for

after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of

had improved considerably in recent

tragic death that had eased

understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark

to make a fuss about

to their waning passion and doubts began to creep in.

love often involved weighing

comfort zone after considering all the

no improper desires for other

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

surprise, it was

was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her

in a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

heater in my room is

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at

of night, he

pants, he exuded the masculinity

do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to

grace and politeness. She had hoped that her

his words seemed to imply that she was

Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

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

cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the encounter

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