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.

the conversation. In a gentle tone, she advised, “Go

nervous lump formed in Waylen’s throat, causing his

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

contemplating for a while, Waylen murmured under his breath,

demeanor softened, indicating

suddenly rolled down the window and said to

nocturnal surroundings, she waved him forward, declaring, “Go

gaze lingered on her momentarily before he

Waylen drove towards the eastern suburbs. His grandmother, Betty, who was Korbyn’s mother, had been residing there for an extended period due to

occurrence, as Betty’s impending demise loomed. Delirium

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

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

breath, Betty patiently

the car, Waylen hastened to Betty’s bedroom. The entire Fowler family made way for him, granting him access. Korbyn leaned in close to Betty’s ear and whispered, “Mother,

teetered on the edge

gradually fluttered open, revealing a

gaze exuded a remarkable

this time for her grandson to

to form,

squatting before her, clasping

hand to caress

cherished grandson held a special place in her heart. He possessed not only

unmarried, and she yearned for a

mind remained lucid as she spoke slowly, drawing from her previous conversation with Waylen’s mother. “I was informed by your mother that you’ve taken an interest in a girl. She mentioned that you intended to introduce her to me… Why haven’t you brought

head, his gaze gentle as

smiled warmly and responded, “She was caught up with work, and

“You’re just deceiving me… I know, I know…

have upset her. Nonetheless, my pursuit

a sigh of relief and remarked, “It’s reassuring to know

her inquiries about the girl’s

in her ear, “She is a stunning young woman, Grandma. She possesses admirable qualities, although she can be a bit

intently, her attention fully

Betty’s heart. She murmured, “I yearn to lay my

the room, the female members of the Fowler family

it agonizing for them to witness her

tenderly caressed Betty’s

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

sparkled

dialed Rena’s number and the

Rena answered.

a raspy voice, Waylen relayed, “My grandmother wishes to

provide solace to Betty’s departing soul. After a brief moment of

the phone near Betty’s

to the voice of the elderly woman whom she had never met. The words spoken were about granting leniency to Waylen, which brought to mind

her father carry in his heart at the time of

with unfulfilled wishes. Even if it meant deceiving Betty,

Rena assured, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Fowler. I

smile curled upon Betty’s lips, and her pupils dilated, yet she did not release

Rena felt the impending departure of

sense Waylen’s profound sorrow even though

weeks later that they finally saw each other

Betty’s funeral, and then traveled to Braseovell to attend the initial hearing of Elvira’s divorce case

eluded

significance to her

called Rena, suggesting they

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

already arrived by the time

air with their vibrant chorus, lending a lively atmosphere to the

she spotted Waylen leaning against his car. As she approached, he courteously opened the door for her and inquired tenderly,

replying nonchalantly, “I sent him to my

bore

eyes held a myriad of emotions as he beheld Rena. Sensing this intensity, Rena averted

he closed the car door with utmost

her, his hands automatically fastened the seat belt, his mind preoccupied with thoughts. After a prolonged silence, he couldn’t resist the urge to

face lit up with a smile as she

there was

thoughts, Waylen fixated on the rare sight of her

completely at

the back of the seat, he gazed at her, his voice tinged with hoarseness. “This is the task

nodded

her, as if anticipating

couldn’t determine what reaction he desired from

be jealousy or perhaps

be preferable to this

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

that a

with her, he had invested

lavish villa, Rena possessed her own separate dressing room. Waylen had thoughtfully

the villa,

could sense Waylen’s

peacefully with him, even tolerating him when he was in

had been perusing,

her fingers, his tender touch evoking more emotion than all their

recollection, Waylen had

channel his emotions in the

aback by this

gazed up at him. Waylen gently pulled her closer, enveloping her with his arm. “I’ve picked a horror movie

smile graced Rena’s lips. “Really? Is it truly

delighted in witnessing

paused, softly caressing her delicate face with his hand,

a fish out of water. “Aren’t we going to

hand and

a home theater, it spanned an impressive one hundred square meters. A set of reclining

he guided her

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

the movie with

turned to face him, he could still discern her in the darkness, despite the

he inquired, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and gently tracing her ring

body tensed in

darkness, he chuckled softly. “Are you

denying, Rena

again, pulling her into his embrace. He caressed her face and inquired, “What are your

“Not bad,” she responded.

questioning, lowering his head to capture

grip on his arm tightening, yet she

happened to be engaged in an intimate moment, enhancing

in the subdued lighting remarkably composed,

his fingers through her hair, gently stroking

whether or not she was receptive. Thus, he blurted out, “You truly dislike it here? It’s so dark, and I assumed you would enjoy

all, we can’t see

icy tension settled

more time. His desire was

indifference towards him constantly

Everything unfolded organically.

when he pleased her immensely did she moan and

moans only fueled Waylen’s

He had lost control.

once, and then he carried her back to the master bedroom. He

his neck, Rena pleaded, “Waylen, turn

was captivated by her beauty illuminated

edge of her eyebrows enticed him

locked eyes

recall that during their time together before their breakup, there had been a moment when she called out to him

didn’t wish

must they be for her to address him in such an

a significant stretch of

with a touch of uncertainty. Rena reached out to touch his handsome eyebrows and finally spoke up.

no expectations for him, they

traveled to Braseovell, she knew about it but felt

didn’t mind whether he

all that had happened, Rena simply desired to

their intimate encounters came

dissatisfying. He yearned for a response from Rena, a sign that she still

with kindness but she didn’t offer him anything

her, rolling over

discontent, yet she couldn’t suppress her

bed and headed for the

through her cleansing, Waylen

was veiled by

to engage in conversation

a shrewd businessman. You should understand 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 you feel discomfort or unhappiness in

wish

this moment, she had no intention of spending the rest of

harbored thoughts of seeking

them to part ways

him a smile and whispered softly, “Waylen, what you desire… I

uttered

her

it struck his heart like a hammer, inflicting deep pain upon

gently closed

he uttered, “Rena, if you are willing to voice this sentiment, it signifies that

remained silent. In truth, they were both in pain at this

had spent an additional two weeks together,

Rena rarely turned down his requests, yet her demeanor remained gentle but detached. The vivaciousness that once defined

contrast to Rena’s calmness, Waylen

her to display some emotions towards

believing it would

she loved him, she couldn’t resist indulging in childish behavior

her love had faded, she treated him politely, maintaining her dignity and

Damn it!

solace in

room remained packed, filled with familiar

keep Waylen company upon hearing of his presence, for he had Waylen and Rena to thank that he

tapped Waylen’s shoulder and inquired, “Are you alright? I can drive you

sofa’s back, Waylen leisurely exhaled

at Waylen, captivated by his charm, yet none dared to make advances. Waylen’s reputation for aloofness preceded him, leaving

and remarked, “With such a captivating face, who could possibly

“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

forced an awkward

from men. When they loved a man deeply, they reveled in

further, Roscoe simply urged him to

drive you back.

cast another glance at

his phone to Roscoe and instructed, “Call Rena. She should still be at the music studio. Ask her to

taken aback,

could Waylen stoop

inquired, “Waylen, are

downing another half glass

himself torn, caught in a

disadvantages, he summoned the courage

answered the call after several

it’s Roscoe… Waylen is inebriated.

had just concluded a

was scheduled to embark on a business trip that would

because of her. It would be disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but

relationship now existed in

Rena believed that even without her, Waylen possessed the attributes to forge the

not refuse,

leaving the following day, she felt it necessary

the address. I’ll

felt a profound sense of gratitude. “Rena,

“Enough with the chatter. Return home early and spend

with a few lighthearted remarks, aiming to uplift Rena’s spirits. However, upon

inquire about

icy chill coursed

would be a perfect match and always remain together but now the