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

buy shirts for me yesterday? Why

with

held his phone, a smile forming on his lips.

the other hand, waited eagerly

dwell on it, assuming he was

call a taxi, her phone rang. It was Vera.

the matter. “Rena you won’t believe what Aline has done this

Rena inquired, “What has she

sneered. “I heard that Harold broke up with her. Instead of seeking revenge on him, she decided to target you! Aline has managed to gather some teachers from our school, and even some influential parents of the children from the music studio. Her aim

couldn’t fathom the depth of Aline’s animosity towards

that woman hated her so

Vera expressed her concern,

me the night before yesterday, but he’s been incredibly busy now since he took a new case. I’m

herself torn

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 him happy and

Make him comfortable?

embarrassed to admit that she had not

teased, “You must let Waylen attend

she

Waylen.

together for some time, she still felt a hint of

had a busy

simply go to his law firm for a

of it made her

for the next three days and hadn’t

she didn’t want to

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

spent the entire

she planned to prepare some delicious dumplings and deliver them to

in the

voice, hoarse from fatigue, sounded through the

call, she blinked a

stood there in a daze, lost in

voice broke the silence.

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

question, he

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

redder as she whispered,

other end of the line remained silent, a gentle smile playing on his lips. At the same time, Rena’s face flushed

her thoughts, she absentmindedly continued

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

dinner, Waylen

handsome. Rena was placing the plates on the table when he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. His voice was low and intimate,”What time

and take the initiative to

Rena was moved.

if marriage was off the

hand, she turned her face to

seen each other in days, and their

off tender, but

was eager and responsive, actively

hers and teased, “You missed me

around his

received the invitation yet, but it should be at 7 o’clock in

she added softly, “Will attending the party with mé

freeing himself from

you don’t want me

onto his arm

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

she didn’t dare to push

his dinner, along with two dumplings on plate, “Claribel mentioned that

and dinners at

considerate enough to cook for

already had attraction

took a tough case, he was in a good mood since he had found a way to handle

room sofa after dinner, he casually skimmed through

out. She appeared in front of him, clad in a champagne colored night

Waylen gazed at her.

deep eyes were

his lap. Wrapping her arms

silent, holding her tightly under his

second, he

she fervently responded to his

expected an evening of

Waylen rested his

physical connection for a few days,

tremor of disappointment coursed

felt such an intense yearning for intimacy, and just as the moment reached its pinnacle, he abruptly

What about her?

sweeping her off her feet

the closed door, he found another

morning dawned, Rena stirred awake, greeted by the sight of Waylen expertly knotting

bestowed a tender morning kiss upon her

she realized she hadn’t even brushed her teeth

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

breakfast for him, Rena made a move, but Waylen held

bring me breakfast

understanding

further closeness Their passionate kisses had ignited

she noticed he wore the shirt she had personally

rich coffee hue that complemented his

wine-red tie added

image, she thought it enhanced his already handsome and

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

a glance at his watch, bestowed one final kiss upon

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

intensity of their intimate

but wonder what was holding him back. It

that afternoon, Vera arranged to meet

a seat, Rena was handed an elegantly designed invitation. “Saturday night, the banquet hall on the second floor of the Cloude