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

wistfulness

tinged with detachment. “Harold is

she made

watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

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

the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

she gently said,

he pressed her against the safe and

resting his chin on her shoulder,

“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, and you should regain your memory and come back to

speechless “In that case, I would be happy to

Waylen playfully nibbled on her

but, instead, he carried her

expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

she

whispered into

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of

Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to gaze at the hazy

scattered through the

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

Her words held true.

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

gazed at her for a prolonged

hers and murmured,

Rena evaded his touch.

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

recalled the social engagement from that

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

did not extend her

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

had visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

the

to the study on the

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

on the account book before

the years passed, her beauty had only grown more

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

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

matter, Rena replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees of

of those employees were once her

say

collected Alexis

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

a prize that day, and even Leonel had

kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did

‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great

Left momentarily

that moment, Waylen walked over

he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted

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

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining

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

to be irked by things related to

didn’t feel the

cradled Marcus in her arms and played with

kept

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

smiled gently, signifying

sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership

also well taken care of. It appeared

then, Rena could not help recalling

midst of a dream, lying alone on

herself in her nightgown and approached the

desolate autumn was further intensified

chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness,

recounting the dream where Harold

Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are you going to

the stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to

continued chatting for a

Rena ended the

younger, she might have longed for him to

up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly

improved considerably in

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension between

that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in

make a fuss about it since Harold

passion and doubts began

often involved weighing the advantages

stay in their comfort zone after considering all the

improper desires

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

it was

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

she exuded a captivating sexual

heater in my room is broken.

Waylen

in the dead of

shirt and black suit pants, he

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

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to

appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped

words seemed to imply that she was nothing more than a

Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would

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

cutting remark, Waylen slammed

of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the

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