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

wistfulness washed

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

made

retreating figure disappear into the soft shadows on the second

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

safe’s door,

she gently said, “I’m

her against the safe and pressed his lips

chin on her shoulder, he

“A little,” she confessed.

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

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

tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

but, instead, he

his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around his

voice came out hoarse as she called out his name, “Waylen…

whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you still love

and sweat subsided, leaving behind a

gently. She turned her head

through

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

Her words held true.

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

the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a

hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t

Rena evaded his touch.

his nose and said in a seductive tone, “Shouldn’t you tell

recalled the social engagement

chauffeur paid more

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

extend

the Moore Group

visited her twice, seeking her help

of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully comprehend

the

didn’t expect that Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat

fixed on the account book before

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 a hushed tone,

Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted to

composure, “I am willing to assist for the sake of the more than two

those employees were once her father’s

dared not say more on the

Alexis

joyfully threw herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she had won

had won a prize that day, and even Leonel had

planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What

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

Left momentarily

that moment, Waylen walked over

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

it and handed it to Addie, saying, “Pass it to the accountant and have

her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for

truth, he was disinclined to

be irked by things

didn’t feel the need to explain

cradled Marcus in her arms and played

Waylen kept

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

gently,

them. Waylen assumed the

children were also well taken care of. It appeared that the once-violent quarrel between them

Rena

dream, lying alone on her bed while

her nightgown and approached

was further intensified by the ceaseless

few rings, he answered the

the dream where Harold had

Waylen inquired, “Do you want me

She declined his offer.

weariness evident in her

replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I

continued chatting for a

Rena ended the

she might have longed for him to

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

improved considerably in recent

was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension

demise had

better than to make a fuss about it since

began to creep

often involved weighing the advantages and

comfort zone after

Waylen had no improper desires

about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded

his surprise, it

on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to

pajama, she exuded a captivating

room is broken. Can I use yours?” she

Waylen stood

in the dead of

shirt and black suit pants,

Miss Powell? If you don’t mind,

humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be so

women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress would gain his

that she

“Mr. Fowler,

in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company

remark, Waylen

found herself standing there, a

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