A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

In subsequent times, Harold had severed ties with Rena in pursuit of Cecilia, yet he inexplicably refrained from deleting this very photo. The reasons behind his decision eluded him, shrouded in an enigmatic haze.

To be candid, Harold believed he didn’t harbor deep affection for Rena, his sentiments towards her remaining lukewarm at best.

His treatment of Rena in days gone by left much to be desired, an unfortunate truth he readily acknowledged.

Gazing at the photograph, his eyes entranced by its timeless capture, Harold’s focus-remained unwavering, until an abrupt knock on the door shattered the tranquility of the moment. The voice of Krista, his mother, echoed from outside the door, carrying a sense of urgency. “Harold, I have something of great importance to discuss with you.”

He replied, swiftly stowing his phone away, as he composed himself for the impending interaction, I

With a gentle push, Krista unlocked the door, her eyes beholding the sight of her son’s weary countenance. Pity swelled within her, yet she mustered the strength to fulfill her duty.

“Harold, it is crucial to remember that you and Rena have severed ties. Your commitment lies with Cecilia now. You mustn’t falter in your dedication!

Furthermore, Rena has moved on, moving in with another man. Her reputation will inevitably suffer irreversible damage. How can we possibly embrace such a woman as our daughter-in-law?”

Krista’s words were delivered with an edge of severity, cutting through the air like a sharp blade,

Harold’s brow furrowed, his voice laced with a chill as he retorted, “She herself has chosen not to be with me.”

Determined, he reached for his coat, fully intent on departing.

Unyielding in her concern, Krista trailed behind him, her voice laden with curiosity. “Where are you heading, Harold?”

“Return to the office,” the command echoed, urging Harold to reenter the familiar realm of his professional endeavors.

Seated within the confines of his sleek sports car, Harold refrained from igniting the engine immediately.

Instead, he closed his eyes, allowing his mother’s words to permeate his thoughts. One particular phrase, “Moving in with another man,” resonated deeply within him, unsettling his very being.

Pondering upon the notion that had he not pushed Rena to such extents in the past, she might never have crossed paths with Waylen, let alone embark on a shared existence with him.

Rena made her way back to the apartment just shy of five o’clock, her arrival preceding Waylen’s anticipated return at seven. Urgently, Rena busied herself with the preparation of dinner.

A lover of cleanliness, Rena indulged in a swift shower after successfully crafting the evening meal.

With a radiant demeanor, she carefully arranged the newly acquired garments she had purchased earlier that day into Waylen’s wardrobe. Surprisingly, the dresses mingled harmoniously with his suits, evoking a pleasing visual symphony.

Eventually, Rena retrieved the items she had specifically chosen for Waylen: a pair of shirts and a meticulously crafted belt.

Originating from esteemed international brands, these offerings carried a weighty price tag.

As Rena envisioned the enchanting sight of Waylen adorned in these gifts, a blush crept upon her cheeks, warmth suffusing her entire being.

In this idyllic moment, her phone abruptly rang, signaling an incoming call from Waylen.

Aware of Waylen’s less than amiable temperament, Rena found solace in the fact that since he had declared their relationship, he would extend kindness toward her.

“I’ve taken on a demanding case, and I’l] be working late in the upcoming days,”Waylen shared, his voice laced with a hint of weariness.

Yearning for his presence, Rena inquired, “Won’t you return for dinner?”

“No, I won’t,” Waylen responded curtly. On the verge of hanging up, he added, “I may only return to change my clothes during the next few days.”

A sudden wave of guilt washed over Rena as she reflected on her extravagant spending earlier that day.

Engulfed in a whirlwind of busyness, Waylen abruptly terminated the call, leaving Rena to absorb the fleeting connection. gan

Resignedly, Rena stowed away her phone, her gaze fixated upon the hanging shirt, a poignant stillness enveloping her. The initial elation she had experienced had dissipated, replaced by a somber atmosphere.

Dinner unfolded in solitude, Rena’s solitary presence filling the space.

As she lay upon the bed, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over her. Typically, Waylen would cradle her in his arms, engaging in tender interactions that now seemed distant.

A sudden surge of crimson stained Rena’s cheeks, her yearning for Waylen’s embrace unanticipated and perplexing.

Summoning her willpower, Rena endeavored to succumb to slumber, yet her rest was fragmented, disrupted by numerous awakenings throughout the night. Waylen remained absent, his return indefinitely postponed. Instead it was Claribel who graced her presence in the morning.

“Mr. Fowler is perpetually engrossed in his responsibilities. Miss Gordon, refrain from harboring excessive concerns,” Claribel offered in a consoling tone.

Rena nodded, acknowledging Claribel’s words, her worries momentarily assuaged.

Given Waylen’s absence the previous night, Rena found herself unable to find solace within the confines of their shared abode. After careful contemplation, she implored Claribel to prepare an ample breakfast, fueled by her desire to deliver it to Waylen.

Claribel’s face lit up with delight as she witnessed the thriving bond between Rena and Waylen. Seizing the opportunity, she prepared an elaborate breakfast to further contribute to their happiness.

Rena retreated to her room, intending to collect Waylen’s garments and deliver them to the law office along with the breakfast. All of a sudden, a blush crept up her cheeks as an inexplicable embarrassment washed over her while she contemplated taking the clothes she had recently purchased for him.

Instead, she selected a set of his usual attire, carefully packing them into a bag.

Hailing a taxi, she headed towards the Sterling Law Firm.

Reluctant to disturb Waylen, Rena called Jazlyn upon her arrival, explaining her purpose for visiting.

Jazlyn, already present in Waylen’s office, discreetly covered her phone and informed her boss, “Miss Gordon has arrived. She brought breakfast and a set of clothes for you. She mentioned leaving them at the front desk for convenience.”

Waylen, engrossed in perusing a document, raised his head upon hearing Jazlyn’s statement.

He fixed his gaze on her for a moment before calmly instructing, “Please fetch them.”

Jazlyn blushed under his penetrating gaze, momentarily swayed by his charm.

If her circumstances were different, she might have found herself attracted to him.

Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t acknowledged Rena’s presence.

Waylen’ continued reading the document, seemingly aware of Jazlyn’s thoughts. He said in a nonchalant tone, “I see her every day. There’s no need to be overly attached.”

Silently acknowledging his words, Jazlyn proceeded downstairs promptly.

Just before Rena departed, Jazlyn received the breakfast and clothes, even extending an invitation for Rena to join her upstairs.

Rena graciously declined, stating, “No, thank you. I have to visit the hospital later.”

Engaged in light conversation for a few moments, Rena bid Jazlyn farewell and departed.

After that, Jazlyn ascended the stairs with the breakfast and clothes, presenting them to Waylen. Having toiled through the night, his hunger had awakened. He quickly showered and changed his clothes in the lounge.

Emerging from the shower, he felt rejuvenated and full of energy.

Watching him sigh as if he was ready to conquer the day once again, Jazlyn unconsciously grazed the tips of her fingers under her eyes, feeling the dark circles that covered them. She thought that Waylen had a lot of physical strength,

Waylen sent a message

shirts for me yesterday?

him made her blush with shyness. Without hesitation, she replied, “I didn’t buy

phone, a smile forming on his lips. He

the other hand, waited eagerly for

didn’t dwell on it,

to call a taxi, her phone rang. It

directness, immediately-delved into the matter. “Rena you won’t believe what

Rena inquired, “What has she

on him, she decided to target you! Aline has managed to gather some teachers from our school, and even some influential parents

depth

come that woman

her

school reunion with me the night before yesterday, but he’s been incredibly busy

herself torn between

a smile, she scolded, “You’re being naive! No matter how busy he is, he can always spare a few hours if he wants to. Let me enlighten you: if you want a man to help you, you must first make

Make him comfortable?

that she had not experience with intimacy, nor had

on her lips, Vera teased, “You must let Waylen attend

she contemplated her intimate

Waylen.

she still felt a

had a busy

law firm for a rendezvous, could

thought of it made her blush with

next three days and hadn’t returned to

didn’t want to intrude on

clothes each

Rena spent the entire day with

prepare some delicious dumplings and

in

fatigue, sounded through the receiver,

his call, she blinked a few times. He would be returning

a daze,

broke the silence. “You

she stammered, “Of course, I do! I’ i start preparing the dinner.

responding to her question, he asked, “Did you miss

caught off guard by his flirtatious tone over the phone. She could imagine him sitting in his office,

grew even redder as she whispered,

silent, a gentle smile playing on

thoughts, she absentmindedly

reunion.

dinner, Waylen walked through the

plates on the table when he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. His

to remember and take

Rena was moved.

marriage was off the

she turned

each other in days,

tender, but soon became more

responsive, actively participating in their

hers and teased, “You missed me that

wrapped her arms around his neck, her

but it should be at 7 o’clock in the evening. I’ll let you know a

softly, “Will attending the party with

deliberately freeing himself from her

said, “If you don’t want me

his arm tightly, her face beet

“Are you so eager for intimacy with me? At least let me have a bite first. I might not have the

she didn’t dare to

“Claribel mentioned that you enjoy this.

typically had his lunches and dinners at

caring and considerate enough to cook

that he already had attraction

a good mood since

the living room sofa after dinner,

staying in the bathroom for quite a while, Rena finally gathered the courage to come out. She appeared in front of him, clad in a champagne colored night dress which was made of

Waylen gazed at her.

deep eyes were filled

resist sitting on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered softly,

remained silent, holding her tightly under

any second, he initiated a passionate

legs grew weak, yet she fervently responded

expected an

after their prolonged make-out session, Waylen rested his head on her

we postpone our physical

tremor of disappointment coursed

an intense yearning for intimacy, and

What about her?

sweeping her off her

he found another way to

sight

down and bestowed a tender morning

she hadn’t even

Waylen said, “I have a meeting later. You can catch a few more minutes of sleep. Oh, and by

up and preparing breakfast for him, Rena made a

bring

nodded, understanding

therm both yearning for further closeness Their passionate kisses had ignited a fire

gaze fell upon his attire, she noticed he wore the shirt she had

was a rich coffee hue that

and wine-red tie added a touch

enhanced his already handsome and distinguished

alluring figure. Lost in her thoughts, Rena’s fingertips caressed the fabric

glance at his watch, bestowed one final

she contemplated stealing a few more minutes of slumber. The previous night had stretched

hadn’t consummated their desires, the intensity of their intimate moments

help but wonder what was holding him back. It was evident that Waylen yearned

arranged to meet

invitation. “Saturday night, the banquet hall on the second floor