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

of wistfulness washed

eyes slowly opening, Rena gazed dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s

made her way

watched her retreating figure disappear

knowing that when it saw the Light of

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

she gently said, “I’m a little

the

shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

her voice soft 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, 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 love, I truly don’t mind. As long as she is a good

“In that case, I would be happy to see you with

tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

didn’t protest but, instead, he carried

of his dissatisfaction, he engaged

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

as she called out his name, “Waylen…

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

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense

flat, Rena breathed gently. She turned her

moonlight scattered through

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

Her words held true.

as intense as spirits, while others flowed

Waylen gazed at her for a

tenderly pressed his body against hers and

Rena evaded his touch.

nose and said in a

social engagement

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

death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully

invited her to the study on the

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

attention was fixed on the account book

the years passed, her beauty had only grown more

on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the

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

“I am willing to assist for the sake of the

of those employees were once

not say

Waylen collected Alexis and brought her

mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she had

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

kiss on her

Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great

Left momentarily

moment, Waylen walked over

mildly surprised but

She closed it and handed it to

after explaining to Waylen

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

would be improper to be irked by things related

didn’t feel the

Marcus in her arms and

kept company with

study exuded a warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena,

gently,

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

of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between them

now and then, Rena could not

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

her nightgown

desolate autumn was further intensified by the ceaseless

number. After a few rings, he answered the

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

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

at the stack of documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I

continued chatting

ended

couldn’t help but think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to come back

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

improved

tragic death that had eased the

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible

better than to make a fuss about it since Harold was no

he adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to creep in.

often involved weighing the advantages and

to stay in their comfort zone after considering all

improper desires for

a soft knock resounded at the

it

Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her

she exuded a captivating

heater in my room is broken. Can

Waylen

in the dead of night, he remained

and black suit pants,

tone, he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single and in need of

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t

though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an

imply that she was nothing more than

attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would

don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company won’t survive for much

remark,

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

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