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

of wistfulness

slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need

she made

Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named

the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

evading his advance, she gently said, “I’m a

he pressed her against the safe and pressed his lips against

shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing sadden

“A little,” she confessed.

your memory because of 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 with her,” she said

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

didn’t protest but, instead, he carried her

his dissatisfaction, he

her, Rena instinctively wrapped

she called out his

he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

She turned her head

through

Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied,

Her words held true.

spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea

dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a prolonged

against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

slender fingers, she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive

social engagement

her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a mundane

did not extend her

Moore Group

seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

of the accounts, Addie

her to the

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

undivided attention was fixed on

years passed, her beauty had only

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

when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to

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

of those employees were once her father’s

not say more

Alexis

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

that had won a prize that

kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did you

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

was Left

moment, Waylen

but he greeted her with a reserved

and handed it to Addie, saying,

departed, after

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any

to be irked by things related to

feel the need to explain

her arms and played with him for a

Waylen kept company with

comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering

gently,

days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy with her

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

and then, Rena

a dream, lying alone

her

autumn was further intensified by the

After a few rings, he answered the call

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

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

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

continued chatting for

ended

were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and keep her

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

relationship had improved considerably

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

Harold’s demise had

than to make a fuss about it

doubts began to creep in. How much did

often involved weighing

comfort zone after

improper

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

his surprise, it was Ruth standing

had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the same hotel as

she

Fowler, the heater in my room is broken.

advances, Waylen

the dead of

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

Miss Powell? If you

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

and politeness. She

words seemed to imply that she was

attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler,

and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

there, a chill running down her spine,

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