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A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 983
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He deeply regretted it.

He regretted losing the girl who loved him and stood by him during tough times.

All these years, he lived a life without much introspection.

Meanwhile, Rena struggled in her marriage.

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Harold implored Vera to give him a chance to see Rena. He said candidly, “Waylen has lost his memory, hasn’t he? He’s forgotten that he loves you.”

Rena didn’t say anything.

“Rena, if it’s too difficult for you, why don’t you consider me? I’m willing to take Alexis and Marcus as my own.”

Harold’s eyes bore into Rena…

Still leaning against the back of the sofa, Rena gently swirled the contents of her goblet.

After a moment, she smiled and replied, “Harold, are you unable to father children or something? Is that why you’re so eager to take other people’s kids? If you can’t have children, visit a fertility clinic or better, a brain specialist.”

Their past relationship was over, and there was no going back.

Rena’s good mood was ruined, and she felt bored. She grabbed her handbag, ready to leave.

But Harold reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Her wrist was delicate, her skin smooth.

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Rena shook off his hand and uttered, “| shouldn’t have said anything to you.”

Harold wore a bitter smile.

He had genuinely loved Rena, but she stopped trusting him long ago. Gazing at her beautiful face, he said with bitterness, “Rena, you’ve changed so much.”

He kept a photo of her in his phone album.

It was a snapshot of Rena waiting for him at the table in the middle of the night, with steaming food set before her.

That was the best relationship he had ever had.

However, Rena had no interest in revisiting their past with Harold.

She left shortly after. inside the elevator, she called Vera, who was probably busy with Roscoe. Vera’s voice trembled slightly. “You’re leaving? Wait… I’ll be right there.”