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.

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

of wistfulness washed over

eyes slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is

made her way

figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold, at

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

his advance, she gently said, “I’m a

he pressed her against the safe and pressed

her shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and

her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be

gesture, Waylen

instead, he carried

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

instinctively

she called out his name, “Waylen…

he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do

leaving behind

her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

through the autumn

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

Her words held true.

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

Waylen gazed at

hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie to

Rena evaded his touch.

exquisite lines of his nose and

recalled the social engagement from that

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

extend her condolences for

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless and it

visited her twice, seeking her help for

the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

the study on the second

her. As they sat in the study,

on

the years passed, her beauty had

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

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

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

employees were once her father’s

not say more on the

Waylen collected Alexis and brought

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

the only child that had won a prize that

girl and planted a kiss on

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

Left momentarily

moment, Waylen walked over

mildly surprised but

the verification of the account book. She closed it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant and have him

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to

he was disinclined to engage in any

be irked by

feel the need

her arms and played with

kept company

exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena,

smiled gently, signifying

days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the

children were also well taken care of. It appeared

and then, Rena could not help

a dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was

her nightgown and approached the

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless night

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

where Harold had a tragic traffic

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do

She declined his offer.

silence followed and with weariness evident in her

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

continued chatting

Rena ended the

if she were a few years younger, she might have

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

had improved considerably in

tragic death that had

that Harold’s demise had left an

make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer among

doubts began

love often involved weighing the advantages

their comfort zone after considering all

Waylen had no improper desires for other

was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

it was Ruth

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

in a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

my room is broken. Can I use

Waylen

in the dead of night,

and black suit pants, he exuded

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

hadn’t

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

to imply that she was nothing more

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my

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

cutting remark, Waylen

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255