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.

she murmured with closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I

of wistfulness washed over

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

made her way

figure disappear into the soft shadows on

secured the necklace in a safe, knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might trigger memories of

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

gently

her against the safe and

her shoulder,

“A little,” she confessed.

Lost your memory because of me. I believed that you should be mine, and you should regain your memory and come back to me.

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

tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled on

protest but, instead, he carried

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction,

instinctively wrapped her arms around his

voice came out hoarse as she called

a soft murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena,

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of cooled

turned her head to gaze at the hazy

moonlight scattered through the

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

Her words held true.

spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or spring

Waylen gazed at her

hers and murmured, “Rena,

Rena evaded his touch.

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

recalled the social

lifted Rena’s body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear, I won’t have any

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was

did not extend

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was leaderless and

visited her twice, seeking her

of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

to the study

didn’t expect that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie stared at

fixed on the account book before

years passed, her beauty had

emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her

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

willing to assist for the sake of the more than two thousand employees

of those employees were once

say

Alexis and brought

threw herself into her mother’s

won a prize that day, and even

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

up her chest proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher

was Left

that moment, Waylen

Addie, he seemed mildly surprised but he

and handed it to Addie,

her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for her

truth, he was disinclined to engage in any

to be irked by things related to the

the need

arms and played with him for

kept company

ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching

smiled gently,

a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership

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

every now and then, Rena could

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

herself in her nightgown and approached the

intensified by

a slight chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered

the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

a hushed tone, Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

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

replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I

chatting for a

ended the

but think if she were a few years younger, she might have

Waylen picked up a photo of Rena

improved considerably

death that had eased the tension

understood that Harold’s demise had left

than to make a fuss about it since Harold was no

waning passion and doubts began to creep in.

often involved weighing the advantages and

stay in their comfort zone after considering all the

no improper desires

a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room service,

surprise, it was Ruth standing

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

silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

is broken. Can I use yours?” she

her advances, Waylen

in the dead of

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

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

hadn’t expected

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

imply that she was nothing more than

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

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

cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

standing there, a chill running down her spine,

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