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.

with closed eyes, “Now, I understand

wistfulness washed

words tinged with detachment. “Harold is no more.

she made her

figure disappear into the soft

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

door, she sensed Waylen’s presence behind

advance, she gently said,

her against the safe and pressed his

on her shoulder,

“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, 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

speechless “In that case, I would be happy to see you with her,” she

Waylen playfully nibbled

he carried her

a wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in

desires consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her

came out hoarse as she called out his

he whispered

subsided, leaving behind a sense of

turned her head to gaze

scattered through

untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm,

Her words held true.

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

gazed at

hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t Lie

Rena evaded his touch.

of his nose and said in a seductive tone,

the social engagement

chauffeur paid

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

extend

death, the Moore Group was

twice, seeking her help for the Moore Group’s

of the accounts,

invited her to the study on the second

that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in

undivided attention was fixed on the account

years passed, her beauty had

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

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

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

those employees were once her father’s

say

Alexis and brought

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

that had won a prize

kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did

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

Left momentarily

Waylen walked over with

spotting Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he greeted her with a reserved

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

her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

In truth, he was disinclined to engage in any

to be irked by things related

the need to

cradled Marcus in her arms and played with him

Waylen kept company

warm and comfortable ambiance. Waylen couldn’t

gently, signifying

Waylen assumed the leadership of

well taken care of. It

and then, Rena could not help

dream, lying alone on her bed while Waylen was

herself in her nightgown and approached the

autumn was further intensified by the

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

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

evident in her voice, she asked, “Are you

“Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as soon as possible

chatting for

Rena ended

she might have longed for him

end of the line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of

relationship had improved

Harold’s tragic death that had

Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible

about it

their waning passion and doubts began

involved weighing the advantages

to stay in their comfort zone after

no improper

his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room service, he went to

it was

business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the same hotel

in a silk pajama, she exuded a

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

Waylen stood

the dead of night, he remained

a white shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of

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

overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t

and politeness. She had

that she was nothing more

Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my

up and 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

cutting remark, Waylen

a chill running

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