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.

“Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously

of wistfulness washed over

dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is

made her

her retreating figure disappear into the

it saw the Light of day again,

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

she gently said, “I’m a

pressed her against the safe

his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me. But now,

I would be happy to see you

tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

but, instead, he carried her gently to

his dissatisfaction,

her, Rena instinctively

she called out his

murmur, he whispered into

heat and sweat subsided, leaving

gently. She turned her head

moonlight scattered through the

of Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm,

Her words held true.

as spirits, while others flowed gently like

Waylen gazed at her

pressed his body against hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone,

the social engagement from

kissed her. “On that 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 condolences

Group was

her help for the Moore Group’s

the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully

invited her to the study on the second

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

was fixed on the account book before

passed, her beauty had

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

funeral, but when I attempted to seek

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

those employees were once

dared not say more on

collected Alexis

mother’s arms,

a prize that day,

kiss

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

Left momentarily

Waylen walked over

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

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

thanked her and departed, after explaining

Waylen smiled. In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes

be improper to be irked by things

feel the need to explain

and

kept company with

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

smiled gently, signifying

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

also well taken care of. It appeared that

and then, Rena could not help

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

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached

autumn was further intensified by

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

the dream where Harold had a

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do

She declined his offer.

prolonged silence followed and with weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are

hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to

continued chatting for a

Rena ended

years younger, she might have longed for him to come back and

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

had improved considerably in recent

that

Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark

about it

to their waning passion and doubts began to creep in. How

often involved weighing the advantages

choose to stay in their comfort zone

had no improper

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

his surprise, it was Ruth standing

trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately

pajama, she exuded a captivating

room is

Waylen stood firm

of

black suit pants, he exuded

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

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

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

words seemed to imply that she was nothing more than a

attempted to explain, “Mr.

disdain, “Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if

that cutting remark,

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

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