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.

I understand your

wistfulness washed over

the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more.

she made

figure disappear into the soft shadows

the necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light

she closed the safe’s door, she sensed

gently said,

against the safe and pressed his lips against

his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing sadden

“A little,” she confessed.

and sincere. “We came to know each other after his betrayal. You Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine,

that case, I would be happy

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

but, instead, he carried her gently

dissatisfaction,

instinctively wrapped her arms

voice came out hoarse as she called

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

leaving behind

her head to

scattered through

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

Her words held true.

as spirits, while others flowed gently

gazed

against hers and murmured, “Rena,

Rena evaded his touch.

the exquisite lines of his nose and said

social engagement from that

that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t have any

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

not extend her condolences

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was

twice, seeking her

the accounts, Addie didn’t

the study on the

that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring

on

passed, her beauty

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

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

were

say more

Waylen collected Alexis and

threw herself into her mother’s

won a prize that

up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What

Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping

was Left

Waylen walked

spotting Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her

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

thanked her and departed, after explaining to

was disinclined to engage in any disputes due to

would be improper to be irked by things related to

feel the need to explain

cradled Marcus in her arms and

kept company

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

gently,

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

It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between them

now and then, Rena could not help

in the midst of a dream, lying alone on her

herself in her nightgown and

desolate autumn was further intensified by

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

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

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

“Not yet.

continued chatting

ended

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

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

improved considerably in recent

tragic death that had eased the

Harold’s demise had left an indelible

make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer

passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena Love

often involved weighing

comfort

had no improper desires for other

his work when a soft knock resounded at the

it was

she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the same hotel as

silk pajama, she

Fowler, the heater in my room is broken. Can I

her advances, Waylen stood firm at

of night, he remained

pants,

“How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

with grace and politeness. She had hoped

imply that she was nothing

Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr.

asked with disdain, “Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the

Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running

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