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 comprehend why

wistfulness

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

made

her retreating figure disappear into the

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

door, she sensed Waylen’s presence

evading his advance, she gently said, “I’m

the safe and pressed his lips

her shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

“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 matters most to me is your happiness. If you find someone you

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

gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

instead, he carried her gently

dissatisfaction,

Rena instinctively wrapped her

voice came out hoarse as she called

her. In a soft murmur, he whispered into her

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense

She turned her head to gaze

scattered through the autumn

warm,

Her words held true.

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

light, Waylen gazed at her for

hers and murmured,

Rena evaded his touch.

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

the social engagement from

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

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

not extend her condolences

the Moore Group was leaderless and it

seeking her help for the Moore

complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t

the study on

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

on the account

passed, her beauty had only grown

Addie felt a 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

funeral, but when I attempted to seek her help, she even refused

to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand

were

say more on the

Waylen collected Alexis

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

child that had won a prize

up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her

“I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping the

Left momentarily

Waylen walked over

he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with

handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the

after explaining to Waylen the reason

he was disinclined to engage

be improper to be irked

didn’t feel the need to explain

in her arms and played with him

Waylen kept company with

warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t

gently, signifying

assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy with

It appeared that the

every now and then, Rena

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

herself in her nightgown and approached the

further intensified by the ceaseless night

Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did you have

recounting the dream where Harold

tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

in her voice, she asked, “Are you going to

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

continued chatting

Rena ended the call

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

the other end of the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at

had improved considerably in recent

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension between

had left an

fuss about it since Harold was no Longer among the

adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to creep

love often involved weighing the advantages

choose to stay in their comfort zone

Waylen had no improper desires for other

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

his surprise, it

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

pajama, she exuded a captivating

in my room is broken. Can

Waylen stood firm at the

dead of night, he

and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of

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

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be

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

words seemed to imply that

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

yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed

standing there, a chill running down her

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