A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Korbyn confidently placed his chess piece on the intricately carved chessboard, offering his opinion. “As a young lady, it is best to maintain a certain level of reservation.”

How could Korbyn fail to recognize his own daughter’s nature?

Waylen had mentioned that Cecilia possessed a pure simplicity and would readily comply with Harold’s wishes. Yet, Korbyn believed it was advantageous for Cecilia to be with the astute Harold who would look out for her. Harold effortlessly deceived Cecilia, his smile masking his true intentions.

Just then, Juliette approached with a warm smile and addressed the group, “Since Waylen is unable to join us at the moment, why don’t we proceed with our meal? The servant has already laid out the dishes.”

Cecilia seized Harold’s hand, pulling him close as they walked arm in arm, an intimate gesture reflecting their connection.

Korbyn and Juliette exchanged knowing smiles, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

During the subsequent lunch, the atmosphere remained pleasant. Harold showcased his conversational prowess, endearing himself to Cecilia’s parents.

After the meal, Cecilia led Harold to her private sanctuary on the second floor.

As the door closed behind them, she boldly initiated a passionate kiss, revealing her desire to share a deeper connection with him.

However, Harold’s wound and his ***ual encounter with the female escort earlier that morning meant that fatigue gripped him, leaving him devoid of the energy required for intimacy with Cecilia.

Moreover, his current state of mind did not lend itself to passionate endeavors, so he settled for a tender kiss. instead.

In a voice tinged with huskiness, he expressed, “Give me a few more days, my love. Can you wait?”

Shyly, Cecilia nodded in agreement, her arms enveloping his waist as she inhaled his unique scent. “I truly wish for you to shower and rid yourself of the perfume’s aroma. However, since it’s the scent of the nurse’s perfume, I don’t mind.”

Harold’s smile bloomed as he affectionately caressed her head, soothing her concerns.

They decided to rest, seeking solace in each other’s embrace.

A distant car’s sound then echoed from downstairs. It could be Waylen’s arrival.

With gentle motions, Harold disengaged Cecilia’s hands and made his way to the balcony, hoping for a glimpse. Indeed, it was Waylen.

The afternoon sun cast its sweltering rays, prompting Waylen to discard his jacket. Dressed in a dapper dark blue shirt and suit trousers, he engaged in a phone conversation.

“I’ve returned to my parents‘ house. I’ll pick you up around five o’clock! Start packing your belongings.”

Tension coiled within Harold’s body. He knew it must be Rena conversing with Waylen on the other end of the line.

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Was Rena planning to move in with Waylen?

At that moment, Waylen lifted his gaze and locked eyes with Harold. A knowing smile graced his lips.

Waylen chuckled.

Speaking gently into the phone, he reassured, “It’s nothing, my dear. I simply spotted an acquaintance! If there are items you cant bring along, we can always purchase new ones on our way back.”

After concluding his phone call, Waylen disconnected the line.

A shadow passed over Harold’s face, his expression turning somber.

Just then, Cecilia awoke from her nap. She approached him, seeking solace by enveloping his waist and longing for a kiss. However, Harold wasnt in the mood. He simply said, “Your brother has returned.

Let’s go downstairs.” Despite Cecilia’s inherent simplicity, she couldn’t help but perceive his indifference, leading to a tinge of disappointment seeping into her heart.

Harold, ever the charmer, skillfully coaxed and reassured her.

As they descended the staircase, Cecilia’s spirits soared once more, her buoyant nature resurfacing.

Waylen sat comfortably on the sofa, engrossed in a magazine. Cecilia eagerly threw herself into his arms, exclaiming, “Waylen!”

Waylen playfully pinched her cheek and remarked, “You’re still as clingy as ever. Harold might become jealous.” “He wont,” Cecilia insisted, holding onto Waylen’s arm and assuming a spoiled stance. “Didn’t you mention having several projects? It would be better to have Harold take care of them instead of outsiders.”

Waylen glanced up at Harold, a meaningful smile dancing on his lips. “Dad ts right. You treat Harold better than you treat us now.”

“No, I’m not!” Cecilia protested, her voice filled with affection.

After playfully teasing his sister, Waylen readily agreed, his charming smile lighting up the room.

“I know you are the best,” Cecilia praised, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Cecilia, with her gentle nature, sought to mend the strained relationship between Harold and Waylen. She had always sensed an underlying tension between the two, yet the cause remained a mystery to her.

Harold was on the verge of becoming the son—in—law of the prestigious Fowler family, whose influence far surpassed that of the Moore family. The Fowlers were a towering presence in terms of connections and power, leaving the Moores far behind in comparison.

He couldn’t afford to jeopardize his bond with Waylen over Rena, no matter, the circumstances.

With graciousness, Harold expressed, “Thank you, Waylen,” his words dripping with politeness.

Waylen responded with a faint, enigmatic smile, hinting at a myriad of thoughts beneath the surface.

Picking up the magazine again, he leafed through it nonchalantly, his demeanor exuding an icy detachment.

As the clock struck half past four in the afternoon, Waylen rose from his seat, his purpose evident.

“I have some pressing matters to attend to. I shall take my leave,” he informed the company, his voice laced with a touch of regret.

Understanding the rarity of this encounter, Korbyn and Juliette, eager to spend more time with Waylen, implored him to stay for dinner.

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“Next time, I promise to join you for dinner! However, today I’m afraid I must attend to some urgent matters,” Waylen assured, his hand tenderly brushing Cecilia’s head.

As he departed, Harold, feeling obliged to follow suit, disclosed that he too couldn’t stay for dinner.

Sensing his potential discomfort, Cecilia proactively sought to protect him by speaking affectionately, “Please don’t dwell on it too much. My brother has always been like this; reserved and unenthusiastic toward almost everyone.”

Harold’s reaction was one of scorn, his expression tainted with cynicism.

But what about Rena?

The question lingered unspoken as he swiftly made his way to his car, determined to catch up with Waylen’s vehicle.

Gently gripping the steering wheel, Waylen cast a quick glance at the rearview mirror, his eyes locking onto Harold’s car trailing behind him.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, for he had no intention of shaking off Harold. In stead, he purposefully drove at a leisurely pace, ensuring that Harold could easily keep up with him.

After half an hour had passed, Waylen halted to collect Rena, who seemed to have encountered Darren prior to their meeting. Her eyes betrayed a hint of redness as she settled into the car.

Waylen, not typically known for his consideration, especially when it came to women, couldn’t help but inquire with gentle concern, “You’ve already seen your father. He’s fine, right? So why the tears?”

“I didn’t cry,” Rena hurriedly interyected, attempting to conceal her emotional turmoil.

Waylen chuckled softly, his voice a mere whisper, “Or could it be that you shed tears in anticipation of the hardship will subject you to? Fear not, for I have yet to make any moves. Why, then, have you wept?”

Rena averted her gaze, unable to provide a response.

A knowing smile danced across Waylen’s lips as he ignited the engine, stealing another glance at the rearview mirror.

Lo and behold, Harold persisted in his pursuit!

Amidst the bustling rush hour traffic, the road became plagued with a gridlock.

Seizing the opportune moment when they came to a halt at a red light, Waylen casually inquired about Darren’s circumstances and Rena eagerly divulged every detail.

“Your Suitcase is very small. Have you brought everything you need?” Waylen suddenly inquired.

Rena pondered for a moment before replying, “There aren’t any indoor slippers for women at your residence. It intend to purchase a pair.”

offered a subtle nod, his agreement conveyed in the

car window, allowing a swirl of smoke to escape as he lit a cigarette. Leaning his elbow against the open window, he purposefully positioned himself so that Harold

and Rena a painstaking half hour to finally arrive at their destination—his

Waylen unfastened his seat belt and turned to face Rena, his voice laced with consideration, “Across the street, there’s a grocery store where you

his words hung in the air, he retrieved a card from his wallet and disclosed the PIN

expenses should

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his offer. She stepped out of the car, making her way into the said grocery store, oblivious to the fact that Waylen’s

his cigarette, Waylen leisurely opened the

Approaching the counter, he casually selected two boxes of condoms, opting for the

retrieved a hundred—dollar bill from his wallet, extending it towards

woman in her early forties, raised her head, her

to the vehicle as Rena had just completed her shopping

gracefully entered the car, clutching a

fell upon the bag in her possession, and he inquired, “Pray tell, what did you buy? It appears to contain

slippers and two

known for their affinity towards shopping, even displayed an interest in the most ordinary household items. Waylen cast a glance at her, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

explained, “Oh, no! It’s just that I happened to notice

cleared her throat and added, “By the way, did you get what you needed

gaze upon her for a

boxes of condoms from his trousers‘ pocket, placing them discreetly on top of the dashboard. Rena immediately regretted

the surface but,

engaged in such relationships with numerous

him, could no longer follow suit. Harold

grocery store for shopping-And

to have *** with Rena

the black sports car

their gazes upon him, regarding him as though he

indifferent

She could very well be

raged between the two men for

Waylen, making her way back to the apartment and setting down her belongings. Waylen then said, “Claribel won’t be joining us tonight. You’ll need

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she should assume the responsibility of cooking. Howeyer, she felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Waylen and was willing to do anything for him. Her culinary

was taken aback with

“These are absolutely delicious!” “Thank you,” Rena replied, savoring her own meal. Taking advantage of the pleasant atmosphere, she added, “I’ll be heading to Mr. Larson’s

slight furrow formed on Waylen’s

help but feel disgruntled that she had just moved in and was already planning to

he had

pick you

hurriedly

Waylen didn’t insist.

was truly no need for him to be excessively possessive

meal, he retreated to his study to attend to his business

the dishes, Rena discovered Waylen leaning

a lazy tone, he remarked, “You are incredibly diligent.

she wasnt oblivious

a tender kiss upon his lips. Her voice carried a gentle reassurance as she

side?” he questioned, taking a meaningful sip of

blush graced Rena’s cheeks. Summoning her courage, she

in his eyes as he chuckled. “Very

pivoted and strolled

woman’s worth in the

instilled within him a sense of

attire before venturing outside, casting a gaze towards the study

presence, he turned his attention towards her. With a tender tone, she expressed, “I

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lips curved

an entirely novel experience

solace in this newfound arrangement. Rena possessed an unobtrusive nature, exuding a

abruptly halted his train

he simply responded with a

entrance of the

to her surprise, as she approached the complex’s entrance, a

of the vehicle

was struck with astonishment upon seeing him, her

his countenance

maintain control over her

honestly believe he loves you? Are you aware of

played upon

tone, she inquired, “And how does any of this

not naive; she could tell

response left Harold momentarily

unaffected? Are you willingly accepting the role of his plaything? Rena… He merely desires you for physical pleasure.

gaze, a touch of scorn tainting her voice as she retorted, “And what about you, Harold? Is it not the exactly same case with you? Don’t you just

entangling herself with him, she attempted to

grip. With an impassive expression, he stared directly into her eyes and declared; “I can give you whatever he gives

his wounded pride

notion that if Rena were to become his mistress, perhaps he would divorce

Rena’s repulsion was palpable.

tone, she warned, “Let go of me or I shall cry out for help! Surely you wouldn’t want your engagement to be

reluctantly released his hold on

towards the roadside, successfully hailed a

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his frustration by striking the roof

small boxes, observed the unfolding

the condoms in his car. Little did he anticipate such a spectacle when he

as he retrieved his phone and dialed Jazlyn’s number. “Get the Moore Group’s audit records from the past few years and have the documents prepared on my desk by tomorrow

aback by the

the business enterprise owned by the esteemed

appropriate for Waylen te delve into the affairs of the Moore Group, especially considering his

stemmed from

Waylen was consumed by

Rena’s return, the clock struck

appeared to have concluded his tasks, finding solace near the French window with a glass of wine in his

closed the door behind her, he remained

at the doorway, her teeth gently gnawing at her lip, deep

were purely physical in nature. Thus,

Waylen didn’t say anything.

the wine in his glass while holding her

what he meant. Standing on tiptoe,

his glass

scooped her up and plopped

her was

front of

bad mood, but she didn’t know how she

Waylen pressed his lips against hers, Rena could tell that it was just a casual,

she still kissed

fumbling around for a while, she wrapped her legs around his waist and asked

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and studied her face carefully. All of a sudden, he recalled how

her cheek and asked in a low voice, “How’d you even end up with

it dawn on

foul mood because

Harold. After all, they had been together for four