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,

breakfast, Waylen sent a message to Rena,

you buy shirts for me yesterday? Why didn’t you

hadn’t anticipated his message, and the contact from him made her blush with shyness. Without hesitation, she replied, “I didn’t buy shirts for you

held his phone, a smile forming on his lips.

hand, waited eagerly for a

on it, assuming he was

was about to call a taxi, her phone rang. It was

you won’t believe what Aline has done this time!

has she done

has managed to gather some teachers from our school, and even some influential parents of the children

fathom the depth of Aline’s

woman

air as Vera expressed her concern, asking, “Has

attending the school reunion with me the night before yesterday,

torn between

scolded, “You’re being naive! No matter how busy he is, he can always spare a few hours if he wants

Make him comfortable?

admit that she had not experience with intimacy, nor had anything actually happened between

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

as she contemplated her

Waylen.

some time, she still felt a hint of nervousness whenever they

he now had

couldn’t simply go to his law firm for a rendezvous,

it made her

the next three days

didn’t want to intrude on

breakfast and a set of fresh clothes each day, silently tending to his needs.

spent the entire

she planned to prepare some delicious dumplings and

in

hoarse from fatigue, sounded through the receiver, “I’ll

she blinked a few times. He would be

stood there in a

broke the silence. “You don’t want

“Of course, I do! I’ i start preparing the

her question, he asked, “Did you miss

phone. She could imagine him sitting in his

grew even redder

on the other end of the line remained silent, a gentle smile playing on his lips. At

thoughts, she absentmindedly continued

with how she would be able to bring up the school reunion. She sincerely hoped that

finished preparing dinner, Waylen walked through

table when he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. His voice was low and intimate,”What

never expected him to remember and take the initiative

Rena was moved.

the

hand, she turned her face to

days,

tender, but soon became

responsive, actively participating

his lips against hers and teased, “You missed me that

wrapped her arms around his

she kissed him and replied, “I haven’t received the invitation yet, but it should

she added softly, “Will attending the

freeing himself

said, “If you don’t want me to go,

onto his arm tightly, her face

At least let me have a bite first. I might not have

didn’t

dumplings on plate, “Claribel mentioned

had his lunches and dinners at restaurants or just his

to cook

he already had attraction

a good mood since he had

after dinner,

in front of him, clad in a champagne colored night dress which was made of silk, perfectly

Waylen gazed at her.

eyes were

her arms around his neck, she whispered softly, “Waylen, I just took a

remained silent, holding her tightly under

second, he initiated a passionate

legs grew weak, yet she fervently responded to his

actually expected an evening of

their prolonged make-out session, Waylen rested his head

too tired! Can we postpone our physical connection for a few days,

of disappointment coursed

such an intense yearning for intimacy, and

What about her?

maturity, chuckled softly before sweeping her off her feet

closed door, he found another way

stirred awake, greeted by the sight of Waylen expertly knotting his tie by the

and bestowed a tender morning kiss upon

realized she hadn’t

“I have a meeting later. You can catch a few more minutes

on getting up and preparing breakfast for him, Rena made

Jazlyn bring me

nodded, understanding his

out from the previous night had left therm both yearning for further closeness

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

a rich coffee hue that complemented his

pants and wine-red tie added a touch

enhanced his

such an alluring figure. Lost in her

stole a glance at his watch, bestowed one final kiss

she contemplated stealing a few more minutes of slumber. The previous night had stretched on, filled with

their desires, the intensity of their intimate

but wonder what was holding him back. It was evident

afternoon, Vera arranged to meet Rena at

invitation. “Saturday night, the banquet hall