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.

I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously

tinge of wistfulness washed

with detachment. “Harold is no more. There’s no need for you to be jealous

made

her retreating figure disappear into the soft

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

she closed the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s presence behind

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

he pressed her against the safe and pressed his

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does his passing sadden

“A little,” she confessed.

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 truly don’t mind. As

her momentarily speechless “In that case, I would

a tender gesture, Waylen playfully nibbled

instead, he

wordless expression of his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy

consumed her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms

voice came out hoarse as she

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

sweat subsided, leaving behind a sense of

Rena breathed gently. She turned her head to

scattered through

her mind, but Waylen’s body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she

Her words held true.

as spirits, while others flowed gently like

light, Waylen gazed at her for a

his body against hers

Rena evaded his touch.

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

the social engagement from that

paid more attention than I did. Rena, I swear,

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a mundane

not extend her

Moore Group was leaderless and it

seeking her

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

to the

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

attention was fixed on the account

her beauty had only grown more

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

at Harold’s funeral, but when I attempted

composure, “I am willing to assist for the

employees were once her father’s

say more

Alexis

mother’s arms, triumphant over the prize she

had won a prize that day, and

a kiss on her cheek,

Best Hygiene

was Left

Waylen walked over with

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

and handed it to Addie, saying,

and departed, after explaining

disinclined to engage

be improper to be irked by things related to

didn’t feel the

and

kept company with

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

smiled gently, signifying her

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

of. It appeared that the once-violent

Rena

dream, lying alone

herself in her nightgown and

intensified by the

After a few rings, he answered the

recounting the dream where Harold had a tragic traffic

Waylen inquired, “Do you want

She declined his offer.

followed and with weariness evident in her voice,

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

chatting for a

Rena ended the

were a few years younger, she might have longed for

Waylen picked up a

relationship had improved

that had eased the

Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark

about it

passion and doubts began to creep in. How much

love often involved weighing the advantages

their comfort zone

no improper desires for

a soft knock resounded at the

surprise, it was Ruth

she had deliberately adjusted her schedule

silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

the heater in my room is broken. Can I

advances, Waylen stood firm at

the dead of night, he

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

Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single

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

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

that she

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I

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

remark, Waylen

the dead of night, Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by the encounter with

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