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.

against the sofa, she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously

of wistfulness

with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need

made her

retreating figure disappear

that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of a man named Harold,

safe’s door, she

his advance, she gently said, “I’m a

the safe and pressed

chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his

“A little,” she confessed.

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

emotions overwhelmed her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see you with her,” she said

tender gesture, Waylen playfully

he

expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy

Rena instinctively wrapped

she called out his

murmur, he whispered into her

subsided, leaving

gently. She turned her head to gaze at

through

and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied,

Her words held true.

took on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while

gazed at her for a prolonged

hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t

Rena evaded his touch.

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

recalled the social

and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

did not extend her condolences

the Moore Group was

her twice, seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

complexity of the accounts,

the study

help her. As

undivided attention was fixed on the

beauty had only grown

of tears. Her brother had left no heir for

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

assist for the sake of the more than two thousand

employees were

dared not say more on the

Waylen collected Alexis

her mother’s

that had won a prize

and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did

named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing

was Left

Waylen walked over

but he greeted her with a reserved

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

thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

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

irked by things related to the

feel the need to

in her arms and

Waylen kept company

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

gently, signifying

the leadership of

It appeared

then, Rena could not help

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

wrapped herself in her nightgown and

further intensified by the

dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness,

where Harold had

inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

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

yet. I want to conclude

continued chatting for

Rena ended the call

younger, she might

up a photo

relationship had improved considerably in recent

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had

to make a fuss about it since Harold was no

adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to

weighing the

their comfort

improper desires for other

away his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock

it was Ruth

learning that Waylen was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at

in a silk pajama, she exuded

room is broken. Can I use yours?” she

advances, Waylen stood

in the dead of night, he remained

suit pants, he exuded the

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

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t

grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current

to imply that she was nothing

“Mr. Fowler,

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

remark, Waylen

herself standing there, a chill

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