A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Rena pressed her face against his palm and smiled, realizing that she might have been too nervous.

She fell asleep Later that night, but her slumber was interrupted by a nightmare about Harold.

In her dream, the road was shrouded in gloomy light, and Harold’s car was crushed by a truck. Rena saw him trapped in the wreckage, bloodied and holding an emerald necklace tightly in his hand.

It emitted a faint green Light in the darkness.

Approaching him slowly, Rena was dressed in white silk pajamas that contrasted sharply with the blood on Harold’s body.

He looked up at her quietly, reaching out his hand, and called, “Rena!”

Squatting down, Rena touched his still-warm body as her fingers trembled.

“I’LL call an ambulance for you!”

She heard her flustered voice.

But Harold, brimming with sorrow, told her, “It’s too late, Rena! It’s too late.”

Rena desperately grabbed his hand, torn between hating him and not wanting him to die.

She tried to drag him out of the car, but her efforts were in vain.

Tearfully, she said, “Harold, hold on. I’ll take you away from here…”

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move him.

Aware of that, she cried bitterly.

Harold moved his fingers slightly, and a blood-stained necklace fell into Rena’s palm.

Gazing at her, he said in a low voice, “Rena, here you are. I’m leaving.”

As he finished speaking, his body became transparent.

Transforming into scarlet snowflakes, his translucent figure floated in the sky, descending and fading away silently.

Rena tried to capture him, but he was gone.

Harold disappeared.

Apart from the necklace, Harold left Rena with his last smile and three words: “I love you.”

“Harold! Harold! Harold!”

Startled, Rena woke up from her nightmare, she was sweating and her heart was pounding.

She kept calling out a name, her voice filled with fear and sadness.

In the dim light of the bedroom, Rena found herself wrapped in a warm and comforting embrace.

“Rena, you had a nightmar: Waylen’s voice was gentle and calm. He carefully held her in his arms, patting her back Like he was soothing a baby.

Rena looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and her Lips trembling.

The details of her dream were vivid in her mind.

“Waylen! I had a dream about Harold,” she said, panic evident in her voice as she clung to his pajamas.

Waylen held her tightly, trying to comfort her. “It’s just a dream, Rena. It’s just a dream.”

Despite his reassurance, Rena couldn’t stop crying.

She felt scared and vulnerable.

Nestling closer to Waylen’s chest, she continued, “Harold was in a car, covered in blood. I tried to reach out to him, but he disappeared.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft and broken. “He gave me a necklace in the dream.”

Guilt washed over Rena.

She wondered if things would have turned out differently if she had accepted the necklace from Harold. Would he still be alive?

They had broken up without regrets, but she never imagined his tragic fate.

Rena poured her heart out to Waylen, sharing her feelings and thoughts.

Waylen held her close and showered her with kisses, trying to provide solace.

As a man, it was hard for him to remain composed when his wife dreamt about her deceased first love. He understood how much Harold’s death haunted her, leading her to mistake a stranger for Aline and often waking up in distress.

Waylen caressed her back and softly suggested, “I’ll take you to visit a soothsayer tomorrow.”

Resting her head on his shoulder, Rena remained silent for a moment, soaking in his warmth and comfort.

Despite clinging to him, she could not fall asleep again.

Outside, the rain started to fall, just like the day Harold died- drizzling and gloomy.

But inside Waylen’s embrace, Rena felt safe and loved.

Waylen was awake too, his thoughts consumed by complex emotions. He gently caressed her hair and probed, “I want to know your past with him. Tell me.”

Rena hesitated for a moment before replying, “You won’t want to know.”

Which man could be so generous?

Determined to understand her fully, Waylen kissed the tip of her nose and insisted, “I want to know.”

With her head nestled on his arm, Rena began to recount her past, revealing the memories she had shared with Harold. Waylen Listened attentively, showing patience and empathy.

He could sense the depth of Harold’s Love for her and the complexity of their relationship.

Waylen knew that Harold and Rena had missed out on something special.

He held her even closer, cherishing their love and the beautiful memories they were creating together.

Eventually, Rena fell asleep, finding solace in her husband’s arms.

Perhaps this time, her dreams would be filled with the innocent and nostalgic moments of her college days with Harold-of phoenix trees, parallel bicycles, and the tlibrary- representing the sweet reminiscences of first love.

Enveloped in a mix of emotions, Waylen couldn’t deny feeling jealous He knew that Harold’s death had left a lasting impact on Rena’s memory.

Her acceptance of the flower from Harrison spoke of deeper feelings she held for her deceased first Love.

Waylen got up quietly. He didn’t leave the bedroom because he was afraid that Rena would wake up with fear. Quietly standing by the French window, he gazed out at the rainy night, Lost in thought about their relationship.

he couldn’t help but

relationships with Elvira and Mavis, Rena

her need to do so in her own way. Like Elvira and Harold, Rena needed to accept the past as part of her life experience to move

long time, but Rena

unable to engage in the

thoughts swirling, Waylen stood for much of the night until the gray, misty

feeling cold which caused Rena beside him to draw back instinctively, he

grumbled, “Your body

Rena, let me warm you up every day in the future, okay?” He patted

didn’t wake up completely and

the morning, Waylen had already taken Alexis to school

and eventually, she opened the safe to find the necklace

put it in her palm, Rena felt as if the warmth of Harold was still lingering in

voice resonated from outside. “Excuse me, Mrs. Fowler, have you got up now? Mr. Fowler told me that he would come back this afternoon

Rena blinked in surprise.

about going there, she was touched. She had initially thought that he only said that to

sigh escaped her lips

necklace in silence for a while, she finally decided to place it back inside

lost in her thoughts, her phone

from Miss Holt

her that although the movie was only half shot, it had been listed in a big prize

feel uplifted by the positive news, so they ended up chatting for

home with Marcus. Marcus Liked his father very much. He demanded his father to pick him up. Rena said, “We don’t need to take Marcus there this afternoon.

want to take him with us and

nodded

in the afternoon, the family arrived at

when

wise man greeted them and Looked at them with his sagacious

believe in god in the

words to Mindy,

think you are here for yourself or

down

have an emerald necklace with you. Why didn’t you bring

been carrying the emerald necklace with him. We emphasize the word ‘sincerity’. I think the emerald necklace

had left the emerald necklace at

stood there, utterly

full of unpredictability. No one can truly fathom what tomorrow holds. So,

Mindy’s profound psychic

Mindy affectionately caressed

unlike his parents, destined for a lifetime

their way back, Waylen stole a glance

The little boy seemed to grasp some deeper meaning and his Laughter revealed a row of pearly

the time and realized it was time

we dine at the restaurant after

wanting to disappoint Waylen, Rena replied, her voice soft and tender, “Okay. Let’s bring Leonel along as well. I heard from Alexis

compassionate words

smiled and suggested, “If you truly care for Leonel, why don’t we invite him to live with us? This way, Alexis will also

aback

slightly, Waylen continued, “I believe you

Leonel but also depended on his mother. They couldn’t simply take someone else’s son

upon arriving at the kindergarten, Leonel was holding the hand of a

the Fowler family and the

the

currently at the funeral home. Mr. Fowler, I appreciate your care for Leonel over the past two years. In the future, I’ll take him to Live in Eypolis. It may be a small

asked Leonel

appeared somewhat absent-minded. “Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs.

to

Leone’s hand, she looked

gazed

us? Alexis and Marcus are at home and we may even welcome another child in the future, making it a Lively and loving

was taken aback, never expecting Waylen

to part with Leonel, she knew that her limited means could only provide for his

Leonel to make

at Rena. After a long pause, he asked in a hushed tone, “Will you two get a

Waylen

replied, “If Rena ever gets upset, I promise to sleep on the sofa

managed to nod

repeating, “Mr. Fowler, you truly are a wonderful

He wasn’t exceptional, and he cherished Leonel just because both Rena

this strong connection, Waylen assisted in the

established a trust fund for him, they took the young boy back to their

dared not

villa, Leonel’s room was

a cherished doll and they slept beside one another

accustomed to the new environment, the family

home was filled with three

another child in their future, so he opted for a

Rena suggested dining at a

entirely convinced. He deftly turned the steering wheel and suggested, “How about we go to the French restaurant you used to love? It’s been

knew precisely what was on

simply wished to see her

be more special

“It seems I’ll have to wait until next year’s Valentine’s Day for that

voice to match hers, he added,

arrived at the

bustling with patrons

hand while Waylen

particular to do, Rena called a waiter to show them to their seats and placed the food order. As she looked up, she caught sight of Waylen taking off his overcoat. His handsome features and impeccable style were accentuated by a light

few children in

her gaze toward Waylen and a

from being an eligible

it would be best not to get pregnant again, considering

a mother of two, Rena

piano, her profile looked delicate and her elegant ‘long dress made her seem no

three songs, she was about to return to her seat when something caught

she saw

had ordered the most expensive red wine and a white rose adorned his table, a special request

the warm glow of the restaurant lights, Harrison’s profile strikingly resembled that of

a youthful version

Harrison and asked, “Don’t you have any

invited Rena

and requested a glass of

Harrison said, “I heard about you from

Rena was about to inquire further

Harold Moore… The elder Harrison mentioned

know