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

tinge of wistfulness

the distance, her words tinged with detachment. “Harold is

she made

Waylen watched her retreating figure disappear into

it saw the Light

door, she

she gently said,

her against the safe and

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing sadden

“A little,” she confessed.

I believed that you should

overwhelmed her, leaving 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

dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her

as she called out his

murmur, he whispered

subsided, leaving

Rena breathed gently. She turned her head

through the

her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which

Her words held true.

various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed

the dim light, Waylen gazed at

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

Rena evaded his touch.

she traced the exquisite lines of his nose and said in a seductive

recalled the social

body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid

Rena ceased her inquiries.

was a

extend her condolences for

the Moore Group was leaderless and it declined

twice, seeking her help for the Moore

by the complexity of the accounts, Addie

her to the

help her. As they sat in the study, savoring scented tea, Addie

undivided attention was fixed on the account book

her beauty had

her, Addie felt a surge of emotion welling up, almost on the verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the

inconsolably at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted

for the sake of the more than two thousand

of those employees were

say more on

Waylen collected Alexis and brought

her mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize

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

picked up the adorable girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, asking, “What reward did

named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher

was Left

moment, Waylen walked over

mildly surprised but he greeted

it and handed it to

gratitude, Addie thanked her and departed, after explaining to Waylen the reason for her

disinclined to engage in any disputes due to

irked by

didn’t feel the need

arms and

kept company with

ambiance. Waylen couldn’t resist approaching Rena, whispering softly,

gently, signifying her

assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy with her film

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

every now and then, Rena could not help recalling

midst of a dream, lying alone on her bed while

her nightgown and approached

further intensified by the

few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena, did

nodded, recounting the dream where Harold had

“Do you want me to come

She declined his offer.

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

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

continued chatting for a

ended the

help but think if she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to

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

had improved considerably in recent

it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the

that Harold’s demise had

to make a fuss about it since

adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to

often involved weighing the advantages

in their comfort zone after considering all the

had no improper desires

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

his surprise, it was

a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her

silk pajama, she exuded

heater in my room is

by her advances, Waylen stood firm at the

in the dead of night, he

white shirt and black suit pants,

tone, he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him

indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current

his words seemed to imply that she was nothing more

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

knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company won’t survive

that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running

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