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,

sent a message to Rena, surprising

for me yesterday?

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

his phone, a smile forming on his lips. He appreciated her

eagerly for

on it, assuming

call a taxi, her phone rang.

the matter. “Rena you won’t believe what

has

to gather some teachers

fathom the depth of Aline’s

woman hated her so

as Vera expressed her concern, asking, “Has Waylen agreed

softly, “He mentioned attending the school reunion with me the night before yesterday, but he’s been incredibly busy now since he took a new case. I’m afraid he won’t have the time to

torn between

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 him happy

Make him comfortable?

she had not experience with intimacy, nor had anything actually happened

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

as she

Waylen.

for some time, she still felt

now had a

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

mere thought of it made her

occupied for the next three days and hadn’t returned to their

want

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

spent the

prepare some delicious dumplings

busied herself in the

fatigue, sounded through the

aback by his call, she blinked a few

stood there in a daze, lost

the silence. “You don’t want

course, I do! I’ i start

her question, he asked, “Did you miss

imagine him sitting in his office, wearing a formal suit, while saying such

redder as

end of the line remained silent, a gentle

in her thoughts,

reunion.

as she finished preparing dinner, Waylen walked through

her from behind, wrapping his arms around her.

to remember and take the initiative to bring

Rena was moved.

if marriage was off the

turned her

each other in days, and their desire had

kisses started off tender, but soon became more

and responsive, actively participating

lips against hers and teased, “You missed me

her arms around his neck, her expression

lead, she kissed him and replied, “I haven’t received the invitation yet, but it should be at 7 o’clock in the evening. I’ll let you know a Address once I have

attending the party

freeing

“If you don’t want me

held onto his arm tightly, her

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

that, she didn’t dare to push

served him a his dinner, along with two dumplings on plate, “Claribel mentioned that you enjoy this. I intended to bring se to you

and dinners at restaurants or just his

caring and considerate enough to cook for him

that he already

he was in a good mood since he

room sofa after dinner, he casually skimmed through

the courage to come out. She appeared in front of him, clad in a

Waylen gazed at her.

were

resist sitting on his lap. Wrapping her

silent, holding her tightly under

he initiated a

weak, yet she fervently responded

expected

his head on her shoulder, his

our physical connection for a few

disappointment coursed

intimacy, and just as the moment reached its

What about her?

chuckled softly before sweeping her off her feet and carrying

door, he found another way

by the sight of

and bestowed a tender morning

hadn’t

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

up and preparing breakfast for him, Rena made a move, but Waylen held her back, gently

have Jazlyn bring

nodded, understanding

further closeness Their passionate kisses had ignited a

fell upon his attire, she noticed he wore

coffee hue that complemented his

and wine-red tie added a touch of

she thought it enhanced his

be enchanted by such an alluring figure. Lost in her

stole a glance at his watch, bestowed one final kiss upon her before

stealing a few more minutes of

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

holding him back. It was evident that Waylen yearned

Vera arranged to meet Rena at

was handed an elegantly designed invitation. “Saturday night, the