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.

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

tinge of wistfulness washed

eyes slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for

she made

disappear into the soft shadows on

knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold, at

safe’s door, she sensed

his advance, she gently said,

silence, he pressed her against the

resting his chin on her shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But now, what matters most to me is your happiness.

momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy

gesture, Waylen

instead, he carried her gently to

expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged

instinctively wrapped

she called out his name,

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

heat and sweat subsided, leaving behind a

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 faint smile graced her lips as she replied,

Her words held true.

intense as spirits, while others

dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a prolonged

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

Rena evaded his touch.

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

social engagement

paid more attention than I did. Rena,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

did not extend her

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was

twice, seeking her

complexity of the accounts,

invited her to the study on the

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

fixed on

passed, her beauty had

Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone,

but when I attempted

by the matter, Rena replied with composure, “I am willing to assist for

those employees were once her father’s

say more

Alexis and

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

a prize that

picked up the adorable girl and planted a kiss

Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for

was Left

Waylen walked

Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with a

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

after explaining to Waylen

truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes due

improper to be irked by things related to

didn’t feel the

cradled Marcus in her arms and played

kept company

exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t

gently, signifying

the leadership of the Exceed

also well taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent

then, Rena could

she was startled awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on

her nightgown and approached the

was further intensified

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

dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

with weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are

yet. I want to conclude the

chatting for

Rena ended

she might have

line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo

relationship had improved considerably

it was Harold’s tragic death that had

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an

to make a fuss about it since Harold was

and doubts began to creep in. How much did

weighing the advantages

stay in their comfort

improper desires for

his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was

it was Ruth standing

business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule

pajama, she

my room is broken. Can

by her advances, Waylen

of night,

suit pants,

mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be

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

seemed to imply that she was nothing more

“Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my

“Really? 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 won’t

remark, Waylen

there, a chill

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