A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1351-1360

It was a gift from Heron, courtesy of Mavis.

Seeing the signature playfully gracing the accompanying note, Rena couldn’t help but sigh, a mix of emotions swelled within her. She looked at her husband and said, “You said it was delivered by mistake.”

Waylen’s gaze shifted to Rena, a soft smile gracing his lips. “I didn’t want to upset you.”

Rena began to unpack the gift, her voice Laced with a nonchalant air.

“No need to worry, I have no cause for distress.”

In the arena of their relationship, Rena recognized the roots of their problems lay within Waylen. The external influences paled in comparison to their shared struggles. Mavis’s connection to Elvira remained Rena’s primary concern.

It was a potential source of strife which made her think of how narrow-minded she was.

Unveiling the package revealed a collection of local treasures from Heron.

Rena looked at it quietly for a while and called the servant to put it in the kitchen. It was a thoughtful offering that would find its place in the kitchen for future use.

As Waylen encircled Rena’s waist, his voice softened. “Rena, I’ve never harbored any affection for her.”

“I understand,” she responded, her thoughts involuntarily revisiting the day of the lipstick incident.

The memory was tinged with complexity. It was filled with desires, challenges, and a frustrating confrontation that had revealed her husband’s probing nature.

Their connection held within a tumultuous dance, and Rena made her decision. “For now, it might be best if we sleep in separate beds.”

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon Waylen as he attempted to navigate her declaration.

Gently coaxing, he reasoned, “Consider the practicalities, my love. If we sleep apart and you desire beef bone soup in the dead of night, who’ll rise to satisfy your craving?”

Rena’s contemplation gave way to agreement. Then, a smile tugged at her Lips.

Waylen, his tie perfectly adjusted, herded Alexis and Leonel towards the awaiting car, ready to fulfill his role as chauffeur for the morning. “Come along. I will drive you to the kindergarten.”

Alexis and Leonel clutched their schoolbags, an air of excitement permeating the space.

Hand in hand, they climbed into the car.

Mark’s project was plagued by delays, postponing its launch until year’s end. Mark was so busy that he might not be able to come to Duefron for a long time.

Cecilia sobbed on the phone, “It’s just as well. I actually haven’t made up my mind yet.”

The insights Waylen had shared about Cecilia’s stubborn nature became clear. She truly was a woman of conviction. Rena knew it now.

After concluding her call, Rena took the time to reach out to Mark, desiring a chat amid his bustling schedule.

Mark’s voice, an embodiment of his cheerful mood, painted a warm smile across Rena’s face as he sweetly promised, “Next time you’re in Duefron, I’ll have a delightful surprise waiting for you.”

With gratitude, Rena bid farewell and hung up the phone.

Time unfurled its wings, casting a gentle spell that nurtured Rena’s burgeoning belly.

Three months sped by, leaving in their wake a swelling baby bump.

Curiosity and excitement led Rena and Vera to a mother-and-baby store, their hearts fluttering as they perused the adorable array of baby clothes. Amidst their selections, Vera’s voice Lowered as she shared a longing from her heart. “Rena, I’ve yearned for another child with Roscoe for years. We tried our best, but the stars didn’t align. How have you managed to welcome so many children with Waylen?”

Vera’s contemplation took a playful turn, her curiosity alighting on the possible culprit. “Is it because he adamantly refuses the use of condoms?”

Rena’s laughter was a soothing melody in response.

Pausing to reflect, her voice carried a gentle certainty. “Our growing family is a deliberate choice.”

Vera’s eyes shimmered with a wistful envy.

It was a sentiment she expressed through baby clothes. She bought two pink garments nestled among Rena‘s choices. Her unspoken hope whispered of future motherhood.

With a knowing smile, Rena playfully warned, “Children demand your time and energy, my dear. Parenthood isn’t a path of leisure.”

Vera’s longing gaze painted a portrait of her dreams, revealing a woman yearning for a future where the pitter-patter of tiny feet graced her life.

As they immersed themselves in conversation, neither Rena nor Vera sensed the silent presence of Aline, her gaze fixated upon them through the glass, her thoughts shrouded in contemplation.

Aline looked thinner than before.

She watched Rena’s gentle form with a mixture of envy and longing.

Rena’s gentle demeanor juxtaposed with her blossoming belly tugged at Aline’s emotions, her thoughts mired in silent contemplation.

Observing Rena from a distance, she surmised that Rena lived a happy life.

The world knew Waylen as a stoic figure, immersed in the art of business and stoically devoted to his wife.

Aline, too, recognized his unwavering Love.

Yet her heart was aflame with jealousy, a sentiment that coiled around the memory of Harold’s tragic fate. It was a Life cut short for Rena’s sake.

Resentment churned within Aline. How could Rena revel in unbridled joy when her every day should have been tainted by remorse?

Why did she and Waylen, bound by the tapestry of love, continue to welcome new Life into their embrace?

It seemed that… It seemed that her memories with Harold dwindled into insignificance.

Unbeknownst to them, the mother and baby store also harbored familiar faces. It was Harrison and his mother.

Both of Harrison and his mother were surprised to see Rena again.

Upon glimpsing Rena’s radiant figure, Harrison’s voice carried the resonance of sincere congratulation. “Congratulations, Mrs. Fowler.”

Rena’s smile radiated warmth, a testament to the passage of time and the evolution of relationships.

Although Harrison’s mother was a little uneasy because of the affair between Rena and Harold, she also knew that the Fowler family was powerful. It was not wrong for her to build a good relationship with the Fowler family, whether in the entertainment circle or in the business circle.

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She then approached with a token of goodwill. It was a carefully chosen collection of baby products, offered as a gesture of connection and respect.

for a

her eyes wide open.

to leave, Harrison

car then finally drove

concern of Harrison’s mother

and they’re

gentle response reassured his

I won’t

admitted that

was an affinity that encompassed admiration, affection, and a yearning to safeguard her. What was more, Harrison

of Rena in Harold’s stead, it

and felt relieved. She knew that her

*

enveloped Rena, her thoughts

harbor

was Laced with both helplessness and amusement. “Do you think that would

the thoughtful friend, considered her response. “He does seem nice. Unlike Harold, he appears more grounded, less driven by

back, Lost in

a moment, her voice, soft as a whisper, resounded. “Before Harold’s passing, I held resentment in my heart. But as time unfurled, even that weight dissipated. Now, all I can

presence Lent Rena a comforting touch,

Lips as she shared the lingering connection she felt

if Harold’s spirit still lingers

Vera’s spine, her unease intertwined with

phone’s notification piercing the air It was an incoming message

our movie premiere is set for next week.

Rena’s response was a resounding affirmation,

attend too! I’ve yet to secure Miss Holt’s signature. She’s a bit haughty, elusive to the

from Rena, a

many years, Rena found solace in

included her mother,

regrets in life, but at this time, Rena

tender touch, Rena affectionately brushed Vera’s hair, her voice a soothing whisper. “I’ll make sure you have the best

of home, a haven filled with a familiar coziness.

preparing his favorite meal and indulging in playful moments. Despite his tender age of one, Marcus radiated love for his mother,

serene embrace. As Rena and Marcus reveled in their time together, the chauffeur’s arrival heralded the return of the

through the air. “Maybe Waylen will

the affectionate anticipation that hummed in

the soft veil of snowfall, snowflakes descended like ethereal dancers from the

number privately, a yearning woven into her voice. “Could you

the busy realm of the Exceed Group, playfully teased,

delicate snowflakes outside, Rena’s thoughts danced between her family and the gentle wonder of

her voice laden with

a spark of emotion sparking within him at

in the form of Jazlyn’s entry.

outside. Reschedule the conference to tomorrow morning. Encourage everyone to Leave

palpable, her curiosity

smile, Waylen unveiled

my son’s

Waylen left the office while only wearing a

stood there and

Waylen embarked on his journey home. It was already seven

awaiting him at the villa. His entry was marked by the swaying snowflakes, his figure

the trunk and

“The snowfall has intensified.”

divested himself of his coat, Waylen called out, his voice tender and warm, “Come

perched on a chair, turned to face Waylen, anticipation

prepared by Rena’s careful hands, a tableau of his favorite dishes adorned with

sizable gift held by Waylen. It was a treasure

a gentle, affectionate cadence. “Rena mentioned

the gift with tender awe, Leonel cradled

filled the air as she led the family in a joyous birthday song for Leonel, her offering a promise of shared nights

the embodiment of his protective affection.

retort held an air of pride, her words adorned with a touch

built, her royal quarters a

Leonel blushed.

in the way he stepped toward her. Rena’s eyes met his, a soft smile gracing her lips, and Waylen’s voice, a melody of affection,

with a gentle

Leonel’s Laughter mingled with the flicker

jumping off a building. He used to be gloomy and reckon that he could be adopted by

now, no one had

to call her mom. The man in front of him was more Like a real father

was, Leonel was touched

of the Exceed Group after many

full of determination, Leonel chose to accompany

by Alexis, leaving Rena mildly concerned about the potential precociousness of the children. Thus,

grasp, the bedroom was swathed in the cozy warmth of activated

towel loosely clinging to his waist, settled at the edge of the bed. Rena approached, delicately relieving him of the towel as she began

meet hers, the tender exchange a testament

a reassuring gesture, his voice a gentle balm to her worries. “What’s troubling you? Rena, we’ll guide our children with love. There’s no need to fret.

in his words, her actions a careful

of

the passage of years, had yet to dim, a fact

voice, a husky whisper, broke the

a nod, their shared anticipation

his touch gentle against her belly, a soothing reassurance spoken in hushed tones. “In another

curled at Rena’s

for their ordinary lives, brimming with the care of children and the

broached the topic of the upcoming premiere.

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