A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

With teary eyes, she averted her gaze, turning her face away.

Waylen delicately brushed away her tears, wanting to release his grasp on her, yet unwilling to do so. He delved into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers for a prolonged moment…

Eventually, his patience wearing thin, he reluctantly extricated himself from the bed and ventured into the bathroom.

Upon his return, he enfolded her in his embrace from behind, whispering, “If you don’t wish to proceed, we won’t, alright?”

Rena remained silent, feigning slumber.

But he knew she was awake, fully aware that she purposely avoided conversing with him. She displayed a marked change from before, no longer losing her temper but rather giving him the cold shoulder, deliberately refusing to engage with him.

Waylen didn’t press her further. He held her in his arms and succumbed to a night of restful slumber.

In the morning, Rena’s phone erupted into a melodic ringtone.

Still groggy from sleep, she fumbled clumsily with her phone for an extended period. It was Waylen who eventually handed her the device.

Rena lay sprawled on the bed.

Waylen had already risen and was dressing himself near the bedside.

Noting her dazed state, he offered a faint smile. “Why didn’t you answer the call? It’s from Vera.”

With a sense of urgency, Rena hastily picked up the phone.

Vera had called to extend an invitation to Rena for her upcoming wedding Due to Vera’s pregnancy and it being her second marriage, they intended to the affair understated. The Figueroa family had decided on 2 low-key celebration, inviting only close relatives and a handful of friends.

Rena sat up, extending her congratulations to Vera.

Unaware of the intricacies between Rena and Waylen, Vera candidly share truth with Rena, saying, “We’re merely going through the motions, having a meal together.”

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Rena empathized with Vera’s sentiment.

Things were just different from everyone after the ordeal involving Joseph.

Roscoe and Vera needed time to process their emotions.

Rena refrained from further discussion but assured Vera that she would unquestionably be present.

Upon ending the call, Rena’s gaze met Waylen’s unwavering stare. He appeared to be waiting for something, a tie clasped in his hand…

In a soft voice, Rena uttered, “I wish to attend Vera and Roscoe’s we reception.”

nonchalantly proceeding to don it, as if nothing had occurred. “Roscoe also invited me. Does that mean only one of us can attend? Are you concerned that our current relationship will be exposed to others?”

Rena didn’t deny it.

Without warning, Waylen removed the tie, fixing his gaze upon her as he said in a noticeably calmer tone. “I won’t disclose anything if that’s what you wish.

No one will discover the truth about us.”

With that, he pivoted and descended the stairs.

After some time had passed, the courtyard resonated with the sound of a car engine starting, promting Waylen to step outside.

Rena intuited a tinge of anger in him, though she didn’t let it weigh heavily on her mind.

Since Waylen wasn’t present at home, Rena made the decision to depart in the company of Snowbell.

Throughout the entire day, they refrained from reaching out to each other, maintaining disconnected silence.

On that Saturday night, Rena graced the wedding reception of Vera and Roscoe with her presence.

The extravagant affair took place in a luxurious five-star hotel, with only four tables adorning the venue. In contrast to Robert’s recent wedding, it bore an unmistakable air of tranquility. Moreover, the state of Roscoe and Vera seemed rather somber.

Renz extended her warmest wishes to the newlyweds, offering her heartfelt support.

Vere’s voice quivered ever so slightly as she enveloped Rena in a tender embrace.

Roscoe’s gaze fixated on Rena, his eyes reflecting a myriad of complex emotions.

Being a man, he understood the sacrifices Rena had made for Vera and him.

Gratitude end guilt intertwined within him, as he acknowledged that he could never fully repay her.

Rena responded with a gentle smile directed at Roscoe, transcending the cynicism he had always exhibited.

He couldn’t help but feel indebted to Rena for the rest of his life, though he had long been characterized by his skeptical nature. The weight of his debt burdened him deeply, unable to be absolved…

After exchanging a few more polite words, Rena took her designated seat, discreetly scanning the room and discovering that Waylen was absent.

She breathed a sigh of rehef, grateful for his absence in the midst of such a complicated atmosphere. Even the bride and groom seemed somewhat detached, lacking genuine happiness as they toasted to their union. However, Roscoe remained by Vera’s side, clasping her hand in a show of unwavering support while wearing a strained smile.

Following the conclusion of the wedding reception, Rena made her way to the resent.

As she washed her hands, thoughts of Roscoe and Vera intertwined, envisioning a future of happiness for the newlyweds. Just as Rena was about to turn and depart, a voice interrupted her thoughts from behind, “Rena.”

Curiosity piqued, Rema turned her head to face the sight of Roscoe leaning nonchalantly against the corridor wall, donned in an immaculate suit and indulging in a cigarette. Witnessing Rena’s attention, he promptly extinguished the tobacco, expressing his sincere gratitude towards her.

With genuine concern etched in her voice, Rena expressed, “The path you two have chosen isn’t an easy one. Take good care of Vera, Roscoe.”

Roscoe responded affirmatively, nodding in acknowledgment.

Unable to suppress his curiosity and worry, he couldn’t help but inquire further,

Her complexion was flawless, adorned with delicate features. The cascade of her long, chestnut-brown hair exuded an enticing softness.

He yearned for this woman, not just for a fleeting encounter but to have her by his side for the entirety of their lives, both physically and emotionally.

Waylen had never experienced such anguish before. His heart ached intensely, but he refrained from voicing his pain. Speaking another word would only leaver him feeling embarrassed.

He locked his gaze onto her, his Adam’s apple bobbing with emotion.

Finally, he retrieved an unopened box of cigarettes from the storage compartment. Skillfully opening it, he lit one.

As the smoke filled his lungs, the anguish in his heart momentarily subsided.

Waylen found solace in the act of smoking, almost addicted to the ritual.

Ignoring ventilation, he allowed the car to become shrouded in a haze of smoke.

Rena couldn’t help but interject, “Waylen!”

In response, he kissed her.

Their lips had met countless times before but never had their kisses possessed such intensity. Waylen’s desperation to possess her was palpable.

Swallowing became arduous for Rena, as breathing also became a challenge.

His essence enveloped her completely.

In that moment, she feared suffocation, as if the air was being sucked out of her lungs…

Waylen ceased the fervent embrace, enfolding her in his arms. Their foreheads pressed together as he closed his eyes and uttered in agony, “Rena, how did we come to this?”

Rena found herself at a loss for words, uncertain of how to respond.

Waylen did not press her further. He merely held her close, his breath slightly labored.

Rena recognized his troubled state. She whispered softly, “Waylen, I don’t harbor any hatred towards you. On the contrary, there are things for which I am deeply grateful. But gratitude remains separate from love… I simply cannot continue to force myself anymore.”

Waylen listened in silence, the weight of her understanding words seeping into his soul, evoking a profound sadness.

As the atmosphere hung heavy with tension, Waylen’s phone abruptly rang. It was Korbyn on the line.

In a voice fraught with urgency, Korbyn relayed, “Waylen, please come immediately. Your grandmother’s condition has worsened. We fear we might lose her tonight.”

She envisioned accompanying Paisley or embarking on globetrotting journey with Eloise.

She was certain that a fulfilling life could still be forget without the presence of romantic love.

While Rena had come to terms with realization, Vera couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by sadness.

Just as Vera mustered the courage to speak, she was rendered speechless.

Standing behind Rena, Waylen maintained an indifferent expression. The duration of his eavesdropping remained unknown to all.

Vera’s eyes widened and, ina hushed tone, she informed Rena, “Waylen is here.”

Rena was taken aback, her astonishment evident,

She slowly turned around, her gaze meeting Waylen’s elegant figure illuminated beneath the sparkling crystal chandelier.

The atmosphere grew tinged with a sense of unease…

Minally, Waylen broke the silence, his voice gentle as he stated, “Rena cannot drive, Lwill take her home.” He sought to protect both Rena and his own dignity.

Vera’s emotions stirred.

Aware of Vera’s flery temperament, Roscoe lowered his voice and advised, “Let them resolve it on their own.”

Vera’s body remained tense for an extended period until gradually, she nodded.

Rena offered them a warm smile. “Wishing you a blissful marriage.”

She then departed in Waylen’s company.

Within the confines of the elevator, silence engulfed them, extending even throughout the drive back to Rena’s apartment.

Half an hour later, the car came to a halt outside Rena’s residential building.

Sensing a slight stiffness in her neck, Rena subtly twisted her body and uttered, “Alnght, this is me.”

With a resounding click, Waylen locked the vehicle’s doors.

Rena relinquished her grip on the door handle, leaning back into the seat as she murmured in a raspy voice, “Waylen…”

Waylen turned his gaze towards her.

Rena’s beauty remained undeniable and she embodied his ideal type.

Her complexion was flawless, adorned with delicate features. The cascade of her long, chestnut-brown hair exuded an enticing softness.

He yearned for this woman, not just for a fleeting encounter but to have her by his side for the entirety of their lives, both physically and emotionally.

Waylen had never experienced such anguish before. His heart ached intensely, but he refrained from voicing his pain. Speaking another word would only leaver him feeling embarrassed.

He locked his gaze onto her, his Adam’s apple bobbing with emotion.

Finally, he retrieved an unopened box of cigarettes from the storage compartment. Skillfully opening it, he lit one.

As the smoke filled his lungs, the anguish in his heart momentarily subsided.

Waylen found solace in the act of smoking, almost addicted to the ritual.

Ignoring ventilation, he allowed the car to become shrouded in a haze of smoke.

Rena couldn’t help but interject, “Waylen!”

In response, he kissed her.

Their lips had met countless times before but never had their kisses possessed such intensity. Waylen’s desperation to possess her was palpable.

Swallowing became arduous for Rena, as breathing also became a challenge.

His essence enveloped her completely.

In that moment, she feared suffocation, as if the air was being sucked out of her lungs…

Waylen ceased the fervent embrace, enfolding her in his arms. Their foreheads pressed together as he closed his eyes and uttered in agony, “Rena, how did we come to this?”

Rena found herself at a loss for words, uncertain of how to respond.

Waylen did not press her further. He merely held her close, his breath slightly labored.

Rena recognized his troubled state. She whispered softly, “Waylen, I don’t harbor any hatred towards you. On the contrary, there are things for which I am deeply grateful. But gratitude remains separate from love… I simply cannot continue to force myself anymore.”

Waylen listened in silence, the weight of her understanding words seeping into his soul, evoking a profound sadness.

As the atmosphere hung heavy with tension, Waylen’s phone abruptly rang. It was Korbyn on the line.

In a voice fraught with urgency, Korbyn relayed, “Waylen, please come immediately. Your grandmother’s condition has worsened. We fear we might lose her tonight.”

Waylen gripped his phone tightly, affirming his commitment, “I’ll be there right away.”

Placing the phone down, he shifted his gaze towards Rena.

conversation. In a gentle tone, she advised, “Go ahead. Make haste but drive

throat, causing his

beloved grandmother, Betty. However, he pondered the possibility that Rena might decline due to the complexities of their relationship. Even if

while, Waylen murmured under his breath, “I might be occupied

indicating her newfound

of the car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the window

nocturnal surroundings, she waved him forward, declaring,

gaze lingered on her momentarily before he

who was Korbyn’s mother, had been residing there for an extended period due to the favorable air quality

as Betty’s impending demise loomed. Delirium had

arrived and comprehended Betty’s imminent passing, prompting him to summon Betty’s

held a prominent position, while Waylen stood out as the most exceptional member of the

Betty patiently awaited Waylen’s

him access.

the edge

gradually fluttered

exuded a remarkable

recognized this phenomenon as terminal lucidity. Betty had been waiting all this time

form, Betty

approached, squatting before her, clasping

hand to caress

place in her heart. He possessed not only good looks but also an

remained unmarried, and

was informed by your mother that you’ve taken an interest in a girl. She mentioned that you intended

his head, his gaze gentle as he fixated

up with

know, I know… How could I be unaware of your temper? You must have upset

my pursuit continues… I will bring her to you on another occasion, Grandma. I

relief and remarked, “It’s reassuring to know that

inquiries about

him, Waylen gently whispered in her ear, “She is a stunning

listened intently, her

She murmured, “I yearn to lay

the female members of the Fowler

agonizing for them to witness her final moments. Yet, deep down,

caressed Betty’s

his phone and whispered, “I’ll let her speak to you, alright? After conversing

sparkled

Rena’s number and the call

Rena answered.

Waylen relayed, “My grandmother wishes to speak

solace to Betty’s departing soul. After a brief

the phone near

the other end, clutching her phone, Rena listened to the voice of the elderly woman whom she had never met. The words spoken were

in his heart at the

over Rena. She didn’t want this elderly woman to depart with unfulfilled wishes. Even

assured, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Fowler. I

Betty’s lips, and her pupils dilated, yet she did

felt the impending departure of

profound sorrow even though she couldn’t see

weeks later that they

Betty’s funeral, and then traveled to Braseovell to attend the

eluded Rena’s

held no significance to

he called Rena, suggesting

at the time. Waylen expressed a desire to visit her, but she declined,

by the time Waylen arrived in his

perched in the trees filled the air with their vibrant chorus, lending a lively atmosphere to

car. As

nonchalantly,

gaze bore into

held a myriad of emotions as he beheld Rena. Sensing

he closed the car

his mind preoccupied with thoughts. After a prolonged silence, he couldn’t resist the urge to inquire, “Why haven’t you

she

she uttered those words, there was a

in his thoughts, Waylen fixated on the rare sight of her smiling in

appeared completely

against the back of the seat, he gazed at her, his voice tinged with hoarseness. “This is the task I took on previously. And I

nodded in

if anticipating something, yet

reaction he desired

it be jealousy or perhaps

would be preferable to

heart sank even deeper. On one hand, he mourned the loss of his grandmother, and on the other hand, he

himself that

his quest to start afresh with her, he

separate dressing room. Waylen had thoughtfully arranged a collection of clothing for

penchant for working in the villa, he had

could sense

coexist peacefully with him, even tolerating him when he was in a sour mood. For instance, he insisted on heading to the screening room

file she had been

her fingers, his tender touch evoking more

Waylen had

to channel his emotions in

taken aback by this unexpected

him. Waylen gently pulled her closer, enveloping her with his arm. “I’ve picked a horror movie and dimmed the lights. You might be frightened

Rena’s lips. “Really? Is

delighted in witnessing her

paused, softly caressing her delicate face with his hand, and whispered, “You look

a sense of unease, like a fish out of water. “Aren’t we going

hand

spanned an impressive one hundred square meters.

subdued lighting, he

be more accurate to describe it as a love story with a touch

enjoyed the movie with great

him, he could still discern her in

around her shoulder and gently tracing

tensed in response to

the darkness, he chuckled

denying, Rena

pulling her into his embrace. He caressed her face and

“Not bad,” she responded.

ceased his questioning, lowering his head to

arm tightening, yet she

screen happened to be engaged in an intimate moment, enhancing the romantic atmosphere. Waylen, aroused by the

her head on his shoulder, Rena whispered in return, her expression in the subdued lighting remarkably composed, though she didn’t want

fingers through her hair,

well whether or not she was receptive. Thus, he blurted out, “You truly dislike

we can’t see each

settled in

more time. His desire was for her to be by his side

indifference towards him constantly plagued him with

Everything unfolded organically.

longer voiced her refusal, yet she remained relatively silent. Only when he pleased her immensely did

only fueled

He had lost control.

and then he carried her back to the master bedroom. He yearned to witness her under

pleaded, “Waylen, turn off the

captivated by her beauty

bewitched him and the delicate blue veins at the edge of her eyebrows enticed him to bestow kisses upon them. He kissed that

eyes with

couldn’t help but recall that during their time together before their breakup, there had been a moment when she called out to him so lovingly in the throes

wish to do that

must they be for her to address

for a significant stretch of

of uncertainty. Rena reached out to touch his handsome eyebrows and finally spoke up. “Aren’t we in

had no expectations for him, they wouldn’t engage in

when he traveled to Braseovell, she knew

he encountered Elvira

had happened, Rena simply desired to love herself for the

their intimate encounters came to a

yearned for a response from Rena, a sign that she still held some concern for him

but she didn’t

disengaged from her, rolling over

recognized his discontent, yet she couldn’t suppress her pride and console him

the bed and headed for the

her

veiled by the

willing to engage in conversation

the importance of cutting losses in a timely manner. Look, you have always desired me. Now I am here before you, but you are still not happy… Waylen, if

wish

moment, she had no intention of

harbored

them to

whispered softly, “Waylen,

had once uttered those

it was her turn

yet it struck his heart like

gently closed

raspy voice, he uttered, “Rena, if you are willing to voice this

remained silent. In truth, they were both

had spent an additional two weeks together,

his requests, yet her demeanor remained gentle but detached. The

contrast to Rena’s calmness, Waylen grew

for her to

him, believing it would

loved him, she couldn’t resist indulging in childish behavior and challenging him. She possessed the audacity to engage in

now that her love had faded, she treated him politely, maintaining her dignity and ready to leave

Damn it!

solace in

remained packed, filled

Vera, Roscoe seldom engaged in clubbing. He came solely to keep Waylen company upon hearing of his presence, for he had

and inquired, “Are you alright? I can

the sofa’s back, Waylen leisurely exhaled smoke, exuding an alluring

charm, yet none dared to make advances. Waylen’s reputation for aloofness preceded him, leaving them no choice but to admire

“With such

“Come on.”

uttered, “Rena remains uninterested in me. Roscoe… I wholeheartedly devote myself to her. Why doesn’t she feel anything for me? She used to be so nice to me, her face

forced an awkward

deeply, they reveled in intimacy

of provoking Waylen further, Roscoe

drink. Allow me to drive you back. Don’t you have

cast another glance

She should still be at the music studio. Ask her

aback, his

Waylen

Roscoe inquired, “Waylen, are

another half glass of brandy, as if determined to

torn, caught

the advantages and disadvantages, he summoned the courage to dial Rena’s

call after several

it’s Roscoe… Waylen is

had just concluded a

with an excellent project and she had recently assembled a team. Tomorrow, she was scheduled to embark on a business trip that would span roughly two weeks. Upon hearing

upset because of her. It would be disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but she had resolved not to concern herself with

their relationship now existed in this peculiar

that even without her, Waylen possessed the attributes to

not refuse,

would be leaving the following day, she felt

the address. I’ll need some time

of gratitude. “Rena, you

saying, “Enough with the chatter. Return home early and

to uplift Rena’s spirits. However, upon ending the

did not inquire about Waylen’s state at

chill coursed through Roscoe’s

would be a perfect