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.

murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously

of wistfulness washed over

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

made her way

her retreating figure disappear into

the Light of day again, it

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

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

the

on her shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

after his betrayal. You Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should

leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see you

a tender gesture, Waylen

but, instead, he carried her gently to the

his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around

out hoarse as she called out his name, “Waylen…

whispered

sweat subsided, leaving behind

her head to gaze at the

scattered through

her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile

Her words held true.

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

Waylen gazed at her for

he tenderly pressed his body against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

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

social engagement from that

body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

did not extend her condolences

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless

twice, seeking her

by the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

invited her to the study on

Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat

undivided attention was fixed on

her beauty had only grown

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

when I attempted to

am willing to assist for the sake of the more than

of those employees were

dared not say more on the

Waylen collected Alexis

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

a prize that day, and even Leonel

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

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

was Left momentarily

moment, Waylen walked

he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with

almost finished the verification of the account book. She closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass

thanked her and departed, after

disinclined to engage in any disputes

be improper to be irked by things related to

didn’t feel the need to

and played with him

kept company with

exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t

smiled gently, signifying

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

also well taken care of. It appeared

and then, Rena could not

alone on her

her nightgown and

intensified by the ceaseless

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

nodded, recounting the dream where

Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

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

desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible

chatting for

ended

a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back

Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it

had improved considerably in

Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

had left an indelible mark in

than to make a fuss about it

he adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to

involved weighing the

stay in their comfort

improper desires for

phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock

it was Ruth standing

Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule

pajama, she exuded a

my room is broken. Can I use

her advances, Waylen stood firm

the dead of night,

a white shirt and black suit pants, he exuded

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

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current

to imply that she was nothing more

attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never

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

remark,

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

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