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.

understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously

tinge of wistfulness

distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no

she made

watched her retreating figure disappear into the

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

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

she gently said, “I’m

pressed her against the safe and

shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

head, Rena 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,

I would be happy to see you with her,” she said

Waylen

instead, he carried her gently

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction,

her, Rena instinctively wrapped

she called out

her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

Rena breathed gently. She turned her

moonlight scattered through the autumn

his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm,

Her words held true.

as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or

gazed at her for a prolonged

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

Rena evaded his touch.

of his nose and said in a seductive

recalled the social engagement from

paid more attention than

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

not extend her

Group was leaderless and

her twice, seeking her

the accounts, Addie didn’t fully

her to the study

Rena would be willing to help her. As

undivided attention was fixed on the account book before

years passed, her beauty

of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone, “Rena, I reached

at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to

composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees of the Moore

were

not say

collected Alexis and brought

return, Alexis joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over

the only child that had won a prize that day, and even

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

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

Left momentarily

moment, Waylen walked over with

spotting Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he

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

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after

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

be improper to be irked by things

feel the need to explain

cradled Marcus in her arms and played with him for a

Waylen kept

warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena, have

gently, signifying her

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

two children were also well taken care of. It appeared that

now and then, Rena

lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away

in her nightgown and approached the

desolate autumn was further intensified by the

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

the dream where Harold had a

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

She declined his offer.

with weariness evident in her voice, she

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

chatting

ended the

younger, she might

after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at

relationship had improved considerably in

tragic death that had

that Harold’s demise had left an

make a fuss about

began to creep in.

weighing

stay in their comfort

Waylen had no improper desires for

away his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room

it was

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

in a silk pajama, she exuded a

room is broken. Can I use

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at the

in the dead of

suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of

mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind,

hadn’t expected him to be so

time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped

seemed to imply that

“Mr. Fowler, I

the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen

standing there, a

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