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.

eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I

of wistfulness

opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with

made her

disappear into the soft shadows on the second

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

the safe’s door, she sensed

his advance, she gently

against the safe

shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

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 matters most to me is your

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

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

he carried her gently

dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped

out hoarse as she called out his name,

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

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of

She turned her head to gaze at the hazy

scattered through the autumn

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

Her words held true.

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

dim light, Waylen gazed

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

Rena evaded his touch.

his nose and said in a

the social engagement from that

and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

did not extend

Moore Group was leaderless

seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

to the

help her. As they sat

was fixed on the account book

the years passed, her beauty had only grown more

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 out

Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to seek her

“I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two

were once her father’s

dared not say more on

Alexis

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

won a prize that day, and

a kiss on her

up her chest proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene

Left

moment, Waylen walked over with

Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but

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

departed, after

to engage

irked by things

didn’t feel the need to

Marcus in her arms and played

Waylen kept company

ambiance. Waylen couldn’t

gently,

ensuing days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy

well taken care of. It appeared that

then, Rena could not help recalling

in the midst of a dream, lying alone

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached the

autumn was further intensified by

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

the dream where Harold had a

“Do

She declined his offer.

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

the stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation

continued chatting for

Rena ended

think if she were a few years younger, she might

up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly for a long

had improved considerably

tragic death that had eased the tension between

demise had left an indelible mark in

about

he adapted to their waning passion and doubts began

often involved weighing

choose to stay in their comfort

improper desires for other

about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

it was Ruth standing

trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately

in a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating sexual

my room is

advances, Waylen stood firm

the dead of night, he

white shirt and black suit pants, he

you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected

she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress would gain

his words seemed to imply that she was nothing more than

“Mr. Fowler,

middle of the night! Furthermore,

remark, Waylen slammed the

night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running

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