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

tinge of wistfulness

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

made her way

watched her retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on

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

door, she sensed Waylen’s presence behind

she gently said, “I’m a

her against the safe and

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

“A little,” she confessed.

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 me. But now, what

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

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully

instead, he

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction,

Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

out hoarse as she called out his name,

soft murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you still

leaving behind a sense of

her head to gaze at the hazy darkness

through the

warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied,

Her words held true.

some as intense as spirits, while others

the dim light, Waylen gazed at

he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie to

Rena evaded his touch.

of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you

recalled the social engagement

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was

extend her condolences

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

seeking her help

complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

the study on the

As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared at

on the

her beauty had only grown more

Her brother had left no heir for the Moore

wept inconsolably at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even

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

of those employees were once her father’s

say more

Alexis and brought her

into her mother’s arms, triumphant

had won a prize that

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

replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for

was Left

that moment, Waylen walked

but

and handed it to

departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason

disinclined to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

be improper to be irked by things related

didn’t feel the need

in her arms and played with him for a

kept company with

Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly, “Rena, have

smiled gently, signifying her

Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group,

of. It appeared that

then, Rena could not help

alone on her bed while Waylen was away on

her

intensified by the ceaseless

After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did you have

the dream where Harold had a tragic

“Do you want

She declined his offer.

silence followed and with weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are you going to

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

chatting for a

Rena ended the

younger, she might have longed for him to

line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a

had improved considerably in

tragic death that had eased the tension

had

knew better than to make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer among

began to creep in. How much did

love often involved weighing

to stay in their comfort

had no improper desires

resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room

his surprise, it

Waylen was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately

silk pajama, she

the heater in my room is broken. Can I use

Waylen stood firm at the

dead of night, he

pants, he exuded the masculinity

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

hadn’t expected him

he treated women with grace and

seemed to imply that she was nothing more than

to explain, “Mr.

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

remark, Waylen slammed

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

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