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.”

conveyed in

of purpose, he rolled down the car window, allowing a swirl of smoke to escape as he lit a cigarette.

and Rena a painstaking half hour to

laced with consideration, “Across the street, there’s a

retrieved a card from his wallet and disclosed the PIN to

should

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but ultimately didn’t refuse his offer. She stepped out of the car, making her way into the said grocery store, oblivious to the fact that Waylen’s neighbors frequented

Waylen leisurely opened the car door,

destination was the pharmacy. Approaching the counter, he casually selected two

hundred—dollar

a woman in her early forties, raised her head, her eyes widening in astonishment as they settled upon Waylen’s

returned to the vehicle as Rena had just

gracefully entered the car, clutching

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

pairs of cozy indoor slippers

household items. Waylen cast a

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

an attempt to lighten the mood, she cleared her throat and added, “By the

his gaze upon her

trousers‘ pocket, placing them discreetly on top of the dashboard. Rena immediately regretted asking

on the surface but, in

but wonder if he engaged in such relationships with numerous women before and that was why he was

the parking lot of his apartment complex. Naturally, Harold, who had been tailing him, could no longer follow suit. Harold parked his vehicle outside, brooding in solitude He had shadowed Waylen throughout, observing Rena’s entry

had witnessed her visit to the grocery store for shopping-And he had

Waylen intend to have *** with Rena

the black sports car to

cast their gazes upon him, regarding him as though

indifferent

Rena had slipped through his grasp. She could very well be in Waylen’s embrace right now, engaging

a battle raged between the two men for her

her belongings. Waylen then said, “Claribel won’t be joining us tonight. You’ll need

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sense of gratitude towards Waylen and was willing to do anything for him. Her culinary skills were exceptional, resulting in two simple but delectable dishes

was taken aback with

a few mouthfuls before gazing at Rena and uttering, “These are absolutely delicious!” “Thank you,” Rena replied, savoring her own meal. Taking advantage of the

furrow formed on Waylen’s

couldn’ help but feel

had purchased

you up later when you finish,” Waylen

dare to trouble him. She hurriedly replied,

Waylen didn’t insist.

him to be excessively possessive of

the meal, he retreated to his

Waylen leaning casually against the study

tone, he remarked, “You are incredibly diligent.

possessed intelligence; she wasnt oblivious to his simmering

on her tiptoes to bestow a tender kiss upon his lips. Her voice carried a gentle reassurance as she uttered, “I shall return to be by your side

will you be by my side?” he questioned,

graced Rena’s cheeks. Summoning her courage, she responded, “You can do whatever you

as he chuckled.

that, he pivoted and strolled into

a woman’s worth in the bedroom

instilled within him a sense

outside, casting

turned his attention towards her. With a tender tone, she

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her words, Waylen’s lips curved into a faint

with another person was an entirely novel

accustomed solitude. Nevertheless, he found solace in this newfound arrangement. Rena possessed an unobtrusive nature, exuding a gentle demeanor, She excelled

abruptly halted his train of

responded with a

the entrance of the

she approached the complex’s entrance, a sleek black sports car came to an abrupt

of the vehicle was

was struck with astonishment upon seeing him, her trepidation of being left alone with him

countenance conveyed great

endeavored to maintain control over her

honestly believe he loves you? Are you aware of his past? If you possessed knowledge of his history, your overconfidence would

played upon Rena’s

the calm tone, she inquired, “And how does

naive; she could tell that Waylen

left

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

lowered her gaze, a touch of scorn tainting her voice as she retorted, “And what about you, Harold? Is it not the

she attempted to push him away and walked towards

directly into her eyes and declared; “I

pride compelled him to rise

his mistress, perhaps he

Rena’s repulsion was palpable.

shall cry out for

reluctantly released

roadside, successfully hailed a taxi,

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vented his frustration by striking the roof

clutching two small boxes, observed

condoms in his car. Little did he anticipate such a

the Moore Group’s audit records from the past few years and have the documents prepared on my desk by tomorrow

was taken aback by the unexpected

to be the business enterprise owned by the esteemed Moore

appropriate for Waylen te delve into the affairs of the Moore

Waylen’s motivations stemmed from his concern for

was consumed by

return, the clock struck

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

behind her, he remained fixated,

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

she knew that Waylen’s desires were purely physical in nature. Thus, she approached him, tenderly embracing him from behind. “Have

Waylen didn’t say anything.

rest of the wine in his glass while holding her hand, gently stroking it

he meant. Standing on

his glass

her up and plopped her down on top of

her was the

of her was

tell that he was in a bad mood, but she didn’t know how she

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

still kissed

wrapped her legs around his waist and asked in

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face carefully. All of a sudden, he recalled how Harold had

and asked in a low

did it

a foul mood because of what happened

with Harold. After all, they had been together for four years—but