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.

I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously aid Elvira and rescue

of wistfulness washed over

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

made

Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

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

the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

advance, she gently said, “I’m a little

the safe and pressed

resting his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing sadden

“A little,” she confessed.

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

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

tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

but, instead, he carried her gently

expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around

as she

a soft murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena,

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

her head to gaze at the

moonlight scattered through

demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she

Her words held true.

some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or

light, Waylen gazed at her

he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena,

Rena evaded his touch.

exquisite lines of his nose and said

the social engagement from

night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t have

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a mundane

did not extend her

Harold’s death, the Moore Group

her help

the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

her to the study

to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared

undivided attention was fixed on the

passed, her beauty had only grown

tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in

funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she

for the

employees were once her father’s

not say

Alexis

mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she had

won a

up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking,

was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping the

was Left momentarily

moment, Waylen walked over

spotting Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but

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

Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

disinclined to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

be irked by things related

feel the need to explain

arms and played with him

Waylen kept company with

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

gently, signifying her

a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed

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

and then, Rena

the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was away

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached

further intensified by the ceaseless night

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

recounting the dream where

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

and with weariness evident in

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

continued chatting for a

Rena ended

help but think if she were a few years younger, she

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

improved considerably

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

that Harold’s demise had left

than to make a fuss about it since Harold

passion and doubts began to

involved weighing the

to stay in their comfort zone after considering all the

improper desires for

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

surprise, it was

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

pajama, she

is

her advances, Waylen

the dead of night,

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

charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single and

she hadn’t

treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress would gain his

imply that

“Mr. Fowler, I would never

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

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

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

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