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.

closed eyes, “Now, I understand your

tinge of wistfulness washed over

into the distance, her words tinged with

made her way

Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into the

the Light of day again, it might

safe’s door, she sensed

his advance, she gently said, “I’m a little

against the

chin on her shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

betrayal. You Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and

leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I

a tender gesture, Waylen

protest but, instead, he carried her gently to

of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

as she called out his

whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you still

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

turned her head to gaze at the hazy

scattered through the

was warm, which

Her words held true.

as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like

dim light, Waylen gazed at her for

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

Rena evaded his touch.

she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell me about the

the social engagement from that

kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

extend

death, the Moore Group

her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

by the complexity of the accounts,

the study

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

on the account book

years passed, her beauty had only grown more

surge 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

I attempted to seek her help, she even refused to see

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

employees were once

say

collected Alexis and brought her

herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she had

the only child that had won a prize that day, and even Leonel

the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did you

proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised

was Left momentarily

Waylen walked over with

but he

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

her and departed, after explaining to

In truth, he was disinclined to engage

improper to be irked

the

in her arms and played with him

Waylen kept company

warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching

gently, signifying

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

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

every now and then, Rena could not

startled awake in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed while

wrapped herself in her nightgown and approached

was further intensified by the ceaseless

After a few rings, he answered the call with

the dream where

“Do you

She declined his offer.

in her voice, she

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

continued chatting for

Rena ended the

if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come

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

improved

it was Harold’s tragic death that had

that Harold’s demise had left

fuss about it since Harold was

and doubts began to creep in. How

love often involved weighing the advantages and

to stay in their comfort zone after

no improper

a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room service, he went to

his surprise, it

on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule

pajama, she

heater in my room is broken. Can I use yours?” she

advances, Waylen stood

dead of

black suit pants, he exuded the

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

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be

though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped

to imply that she was

Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny

cutting remark,

dead of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the encounter

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