A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 304

Chapter 304:

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In the vibrant city, rows of century-old buildings stood tall, their grandeur exuding timeless charm.

The architectural design boasted elegance, while the lavish decorations added an extravagant touch.

Owning such a little mansion was undoubtedly a symbol of status, and these influential people often host private feasts there for celebrities in Duefron.

Unfortunately, these exclusive banquets were not accessible to the common folk.

The Smith family, newcomers to prosperity in Duefron, desired to befriend the Fowler family. However, Juliette was not enthusiastic about social engagements and Korbyn’s priority was caring for their grandchildren. Hence, the Smiths set their sights on Rena.

Despite Rena’s divorce from Waylen, it was common knowledge in Duefron that Korbyn held her in high regard.

Rena went home to change into a sophisticated black dress, which accentuated her purity and allure, showcasing her slender waist.

The gathering being a private banquet, Rena recognized most of the attendees.

To her surprise, the renowned actress, Mary, was among the guests.

Anod of acknowledgment passed between Rena and Mary before Rena mingled with the rich ladies, holding a cocktail in hand.

A sense of happiness enveloped Rena; this rare moment of relaxation was a welcome respite after the demands of being a single mother.

Outside the mansion, a black car pulled to a stop, and Waylen leaned against it, enveloped in the darkness of his attire, his occasional puffs of smoke blending seamlessly into the night.

At midnight, Waylen extinguished his cigarette and made his way towards the mansion.

The guard recognized him and granted him easy entry, aware that Waylen was the person his boss sought to impress.

Inside, extravagance and liveliness pervaded the atmosphere, with a plethora of stars, models, celebrities, and renowned violinists in attendance, making it a splendid affair.

Having grown up in a wealthy family, Waylen was accustomed to such private parties but nothing could prepare him for the sight of Rena.

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Rena was engrossed in a card game, leaning against a dark red sofa, accompanied by a popular heartthrob whom ordinary girls admired and who, was now gazing at Rena, looking smitten by her presence.

Radiating playfulness, Rena seemed to have the upper hand in the game.

Her admirer graciously handed her a glass of champagne, and she accepted it with ease.

Clad in black, Waylen’s countenance appeared darker than his attire, as he realized that Rena’s world extended beyond the realm of marriage.

He felt her life should always be related to him.

After their divorce, her focus had been on taking care of her children.

He hadn’t expected her to enjoy herself so thoroughly.

Her captivating looks and figure were undeniably appealing even to a 24-year-old young man.

Waylen, the highly respected lawyer in Duefron, now resembled a jealous husband catching his wife in an act of infidelity, seemingly out of place in this setting.

Already, some individuals had approached Waylen with greetings.

“Mr. Fowler, are you here to indulge in some fun as well?”

Rena’s slight surprise was evident; she hadn’t anticipated his presence in this place.

Waylen nonchalantly discarded his black windbreaker onto the sofa, taking a seat opposite Rena.

As he lowered his head to light a cigarette, he remarked, “Ms. Gordon, your private life seems quite enjoyable.”

With those words, an air of tension became palpable and others sensed that Waylen was feeling jealous.

Unable to confront an actor directly, he could only subtly hint at Rena.

Undeterred, Rena gracefully flipped her long hair and responded with a faint smile, “It does.”

She harbored no intention of stopping him from having fun here. After all, they had divorced and now they both had to be civil about it.

They continued to play a few more rounds of cards.

Luck was not on Waylen’s side but Rena seemed to be on a winning streak. Occasionally, the young star would offer her advice. Although they weren’t particularly close, they didn’t deliberately exclude Waylen either.

Finally, it dawned on Waylen.

Rena had genuinely divorced him.

The hints of nostalgia and reluctance she occasionally displayed were not for her own feelings but rather out of consideration for Waylen’s memory.

The time she had spent with him was solely for the sake of their children.

In reality, she didn’t miss him at all.

Up until this moment, Waylen had held onto the hope that they might reconcile.

However, he now realized that it was merely wishful thinking on his part.

It wasn’t that Waylen couldn’t reclaim Rena but they were both people of high social standing, and they couldn’t afford to let others ridicule them.

Rena showed no sign of leaving until one o’clock in the morning.

Ross’ car was nowhere to be seen.

She pulled her coat tighter around her and observed as Waylen drove up. She didn’t reject the idea of getting into his car.

She knew he had something to say tonight.

She braced herself for his inevitable anger.

Regardless of his emotions, Waylen courteously opened the car door for her, his tone chilly.

“Get in the car.”

Rena settled into the passenger seat.

‘As she slowly fastened her seat belt, she casually asked, “Why did you come here?”

Waylen pressed down on the gas pedal.

Rather than driving back to her villa, he continued onward, following the course of the river.

The open window allowed the scent of saltiness and humidity to permeate the car gradually.

Abruptly, the car came toa stop.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Waylen stared ahead into the dark night, suppressing his emotions, and inquired, “Rena, is this your revenge?”

Rena maintained her silence.

He turned slowly, his eyes tinged with redness. “I have never betrayed our marriage,” he asserted.

Rena opened the car door and stepped out into the darkness, where only the pale river offered its faint glow.

Despite the chilly night, Rena felt the need to take a walk, hoping it would clear her mind.

Waylen remained seated, his gaze fixed on her retreating form.

Suddenly, he emerged from the car, reaching out to grab her arm from behind and gently pulling her into his embrace. “I’ve never seen anyone torture themselves like you do,” he murmured.

His lips brushed against her hair as he continued in a husky tone, “Rena, don’t go there again. If you want to indulge yourself, I’ll accompany you.”

Waylen could not bear seeing her admired by others. He was filled with a longing to kiss her.

Rena gently pushed him away.

The night wind tousled her hair but she paid no mind to it. Standing before him, she said softly, “Waylen, it’s not about whether we still love each other or not… I truly don’t want to go through this torment repeatedly. I’m serious. Tonight has brought me genuine happiness.”

He regarded her with a perplexed gaze.

As Rena turned to face the river, she expressed, “I understand what you mean. You want a fresh start with me. But, Waylen, I’m no longer a young woman in her early twenties. We divorced with two children involved… While we need to maintain contact for their sake, we shouldn’t intrude into each other’s personal lives.”

Waylen’s hand was in his trouser pocket, clutching a diamond ring he had planned to give her.

Ina gentle voice, he proposed, “What if I tell you that you have a choice?”

Rena remained silent.

Silence could be the cruelest response.

After a long while, Waylen smiled faintly and remarked, “Looks like I’ve been deceiving myself these past days… It’s getting late. allow me to drive you home.”

He opened the back door for her, displaying his elegance and grace.

During the journey, they exchanged few words, mostly about the children, before parting ways.

Rena knew that it was truly over between them.

The night wind blew fiercely.

She stood amidst its embrace, watching him drive away…

In the days that followed, he stopped pestering her.

Even when they encountered each other by chance, they merely exchanged nods and behaved like any other divorced couple—respectful to one another, both having their lives to lead, with nothing but their children being their common topic…

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