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.

closed eyes, “Now, I understand your feelings. I comprehend why you continuously

tinge of wistfulness washed

her words tinged with detachment.

made her way

figure disappear into the soft shadows on the

knowing that when it saw the Light

the safe’s door, she sensed Waylen’s

advance, she gently

pressed her against the safe and pressed his

her shoulder, he murmured, “Does

“A little,” she confessed.

that you should be mine, and you should regain

I would

Waylen playfully nibbled on her

he

his dissatisfaction, he engaged in intimacy with

her, Rena instinctively wrapped her arms around

voice came out hoarse as she called out his

soft murmur, he whispered into her ear, “Rena, do you

subsided, leaving

turned her head

scattered through the autumn

body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Yes,

Her words held true.

as spirits, while others flowed gently

the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a prolonged

against hers and murmured,

Rena evaded his touch.

his nose and said in a

the social engagement from that

lifted Rena’s body and kissed her. “On that night, the chauffeur paid more attention than

Rena ceased her inquiries.

it was a

extend her condolences for

Harold’s death, the Moore Group was

visited her twice, seeking her help for the Moore

of the accounts,

her to the study

would be willing to help her. As they sat in the

undivided attention was fixed on the account book before

passed, her beauty

verge of tears. Her brother had left no heir for the Moore family, prompting her to say in a hushed tone,

when I attempted to seek

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

were

not say

Alexis and brought her

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

a prize that day, and even Leonel

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

her chest proudly, Alexis replied, “I was named ‘The Best Hygiene Model’! The teacher praised me for doing a great job sweeping the

was Left

Waylen

surprised but he greeted her with a

closed it and handed it to

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

to engage in any disputes due to Harold’s

be improper to be irked by things related

the need to

in her arms and played

Waylen kept company

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

smiled gently, signifying her

days, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Waylen assumed the leadership of the Exceed Group, while Rena was busy

were also well taken care of. It appeared that

and then, Rena could

alone on her

herself in her nightgown and approached

desolate autumn was further intensified by the

a slight chill, Rena dialed Waylen’s number. After a few rings, he answered the call with tenderness, “Rena,

where Harold had

Waylen inquired, “Do you want me to

She declined his offer.

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

hoarsely, “Not yet. I want to conclude the negotiation as

chatting

Rena ended the

she were a few years younger, she might have longed for him to

line, after hanging up, Waylen picked up a photo of Rena and gazed at it quietly

relationship had improved considerably in

tragic death that

down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in Rena’s

make a fuss about it since

he adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to

love often involved weighing the advantages and

their comfort

had no improper

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

it was Ruth

to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay

a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating

in my room is

her advances, Waylen stood firm

the dead of night,

and black suit pants, he exuded

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

Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be so

he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had

words seemed to imply that

to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my

wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of

delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door

Ruth found herself standing there, a chill running down her spine, overwhelmed by

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