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

tinge of wistfulness

dreamily into the distance, her words tinged with

she made

disappear into the soft shadows

knowing that when it saw the Light of day again, it might

safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence

evading his advance, she gently said, “I’m a

pressed her against the safe and pressed his lips against

resting his chin on her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his

“A little,” she confessed.

her fingers, 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,

overwhelmed her, leaving her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would be happy to

Waylen playfully

didn’t protest but, instead, he carried her gently to

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her

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

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

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense

turned her head to gaze at

through the autumn

but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced

Her words held true.

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

gazed at

body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don’t

Rena evaded his touch.

traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in

the social engagement from

night, the chauffeur paid more attention than I did.

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was

not extend her

Moore Group was leaderless

visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

by the complexity of the accounts, Addie didn’t fully

her to the study

Rena would be willing to help her. As they sat in the study, savoring

was fixed on

beauty had

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,

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

for the sake of the more than

those employees were

not say

Waylen collected Alexis and brought her

herself into her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

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

up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking,

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

Left

that moment, Waylen walked over

but he greeted her

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

and departed, after explaining to Waylen the

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

to be irked by things related to the

didn’t feel the

in her arms and

kept company

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

smiled gently, signifying her

them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while

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

then, Rena could not

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

wrapped herself in her nightgown and

intensified by the ceaseless night

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

dream where Harold had a

Waylen inquired, “Do you

She declined his offer.

and with weariness evident in her voice, she asked, “Are

documents on the desk, Waylen replied hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the

continued chatting for a

Rena ended the

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

Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at

relationship had improved considerably

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

that Harold’s demise had

better than to make a fuss about it since Harold

began to creep in.

weighing the

stay in their comfort

Waylen had no improper desires for

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

his surprise, it

Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted

a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

in my room is broken. Can I use yours?”

her advances, Waylen stood firm

dead of night, he remained

pants, he exuded the masculinity of a

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

she hadn’t expected him

last time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current

seemed to imply that she was

“Mr. Fowler, I would never

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

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed

a chill running down

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