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.

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

Waylen’s throat, causing his

he deeply desired Rena’s company, wishing to introduce her to his beloved grandmother, Betty. However, he pondered the possibility that Rena might decline due to the complexities of their relationship. Even if she

while, Waylen murmured under his breath, “I might

indicating

car, Waylen suddenly

surroundings, she waved him

gaze lingered on her momentarily before he pressed on

was Korbyn’s mother, had been residing there for an extended period

occurrence, as Betty’s impending demise loomed.

the family. Korbyn arrived and comprehended Betty’s imminent passing, prompting him to

the most exceptional member

her last breath, Betty patiently awaited Waylen’s

car, Waylen hastened to Betty’s bedroom. The entire Fowler family made way for him, granting him access. Korbyn

teetered on the

her eyes gradually fluttered open, revealing

gaze exuded a remarkable

terminal lucidity. Betty had been waiting all this time for her grandson to return and exchange

form,

approached, squatting before her, clasping her frail hand and tenderly kissing

extended her trembling hand to caress his

possessed not only good looks but also an exceptional intellect

he remained unmarried, and

informed by your mother that you’ve taken an interest in a girl. She mentioned that you intended to introduce her to me… Why

his head, his gaze gentle as he fixated upon

up with work, and I couldn’t get a chance to call

I know, I know… How could I be

pursuit continues… I will

sigh of relief and remarked, “It’s reassuring to know that you’re

in her inquiries about the

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

her attention fully

murmured, “I yearn to lay my eyes upon her before

room, the female members of the Fowler family wept

for them to witness her final moments.

tenderly caressed

speak to you, alright? After conversing with her, you’ll know that I

sparkled with

number

Rena answered.

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

departing soul. After a brief moment of silence, she acquiesced

held the phone near Betty’s

she had never met. The words spoken were about granting leniency to Waylen, which brought to mind Rena’s own regret

his heart at the

want this elderly woman to depart with unfulfilled wishes. Even if it meant deceiving Betty, Rena knew

assured, “Don’t worry, Mrs.

Betty’s lips, and her pupils dilated, yet

the phone tightly, Rena felt

could sense Waylen’s profound sorrow even

later that they

traveled to Braseovell to attend the initial hearing of

eluded Rena’s

held no significance to her

Waylen’s return, he called Rena,

her apartment at the time. Waylen expressed a desire to visit her, but she declined, softly suggesting, “Let’s meet at your

already arrived by the time Waylen arrived in his

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

Waylen leaning against his car. As she approached, he courteously opened the door

the car gracefully, replying nonchalantly, “I sent him to my

gaze bore

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

graced Waylen’s face as he closed the car door with

her, his hands automatically fastened the seat belt, his mind preoccupied with

face lit up with a smile as she replied, “What would you

there was

on the rare sight of her smiling in his

completely

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

as if anticipating something, yet eventually

couldn’t determine what reaction he desired

be jealousy or perhaps an

be preferable

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

himself that a man should

to start afresh with her, he had invested more thought than

separate dressing room. Waylen had thoughtfully arranged a collection of clothing for her, all from her

working in the villa, he had designated a

sense

when he was in a sour mood. For instance, he insisted on heading to

she had

touch evoking more emotion than all their romantic memories

Waylen had rarely displayed

preferred to channel his emotions in

aback by this unexpected

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

lips. “Really? Is it

delighted in

face with his hand, and whispered,

out of water. “Aren’t we going to

her hand

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

he guided

more accurate to

enjoyed the movie with great

he could still discern her in the darkness, despite

around her shoulder and gently tracing her ring finger

in response

he chuckled

denying, Rena

embrace. He caressed her

“Not bad,” she responded.

ceased his questioning, lowering his head

grip on his arm tightening,

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

in the subdued lighting remarkably composed, though she didn’t

fingers through her hair,

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

all, we can’t

settled in the

His desire

towards him constantly plagued him

Everything unfolded organically.

when he pleased her immensely

only fueled Waylen’s

He had lost control.

their desires within the home theater once, and then he carried her back to the master bedroom. He yearned

pleaded, “Waylen, turn off

her beauty illuminated by

at the edge of her eyebrows enticed him to bestow kisses

locked eyes

that during their time together before their breakup, there had been a moment

she didn’t wish to

to address him in such an

remained silent for a significant

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

expectations for him, they wouldn’t

traveled to Braseovell, she knew about it

mind whether he encountered Elvira

all that had happened, Rena simply desired to love herself for the remainder of

their intimate encounters came

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

bestowed him with kindness but she didn’t offer him

over and letting

she couldn’t suppress her

the bed and headed

through her cleansing, Waylen

gaze was veiled

to engage in conversation

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 this relationship,

didn’t wish

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

she had never harbored thoughts of

was best for them to

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

uttered those words

her

delicate weight, yet it struck his heart like

gently closed his

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

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

and Rena had spent an additional two weeks together, their bond

yet her demeanor remained

contrast to Rena’s calmness,

her to

slap him, believing it would be a sign of her former opposition towards

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

him politely, maintaining her dignity and

Damn it!

in alcohol at the

room remained packed, filled with familiar

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

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

exhaled

stole glances at Waylen, captivated by his charm, yet none dared to make advances. Waylen’s reputation for aloofness preceded him, leaving them no

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

“Come on.”

myself to her. Why doesn’t she feel anything for me? She used to be so nice to me, her face blushing at the mere sight of me and she delighted in our intimate

forced an awkward

women differed from men. When they loved a man deeply, they reveled in intimacy but, when love faded,

of provoking Waylen further, Roscoe simply urged

Allow me to drive you back. Don’t you

another glance

Rena. She should still be at the

taken aback, his disbelief

Waylen stoop

wistful smile, Roscoe inquired, “Waylen, are you

the cigarette and downing another half glass

torn, caught in

disadvantages, he summoned the courage to dial

answered the call after several

smile. “Rena, it’s Roscoe… Waylen is inebriated. Could you please

had just concluded a

her with an excellent project and she had recently assembled a team. Tomorrow, she was scheduled to embark on a business trip

would be disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but she had resolved not to concern herself with him any

broken up and their relationship

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

did not refuse,

be leaving the following day, she felt it necessary to have

nodded. “Alright, send me the address. I’ll need some time to wrap up

of gratitude. “Rena, you have such a

playfully teased Roscoe, saying, “Enough with the chatter. Return home early and spend time with

few lighthearted remarks, aiming to uplift Rena’s spirits. However, upon ending the call, a disquieting feeling washed over him. Rena

about

icy chill coursed

a perfect match