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

Waylen’s throat, causing his

to introduce her to his beloved grandmother, Betty. However, he pondered the possibility that Rena might decline due to the complexities of

Waylen murmured under his breath, “I might

softened, indicating

Waylen suddenly rolled down the window and said

she waved

on her momentarily before he pressed on

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

as Betty’s impending demise

prompting him to summon Betty’s children and grandchildren, urging

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

last breath, Betty patiently awaited

him, granting him access. Korbyn leaned in close to Betty’s ear

teetered on the edge of

hearing footsteps, her eyes gradually fluttered

exuded a remarkable

been waiting all this time for her grandson to return and exchange a few

form, Betty sat

swiftly approached, squatting before her, clasping her

her trembling hand to caress

held a special place in her heart. He possessed not only good looks but also an exceptional intellect

he remained unmarried, and she yearned

that you’ve taken an interest in a girl. She mentioned that you intended to introduce her to me…

gentle as he fixated upon Betty’s snow-white

up with work, and I couldn’t get a

of disappointment marred Betty’s countenance. “You’re just deceiving me… I know, I know… How could I

Waylen responded, “Indeed, I may have upset her. Nonetheless, my pursuit continues… I will bring

remarked, “It’s reassuring to know that

in her inquiries about

that Betty might struggle to hear him, Waylen gently whispered in her ear, “She is a stunning young woman, Grandma. She

intently, her attention fully

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

the female members of the Fowler

to witness her final moments. Yet, deep down, everyone

tenderly caressed Betty’s

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

sparkled

number and the

Rena answered.

raspy voice, Waylen relayed, “My

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

phone

Rena listened to the voice of the elderly woman whom she had never met. The words spoken were

his

this elderly woman to depart with unfulfilled wishes. Even if it meant deceiving Betty, Rena knew it would bring solace in her

assured, “Don’t worry,

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

phone tightly, Rena felt the impending departure

could sense Waylen’s profound sorrow even though she couldn’t see him right

weeks later that they finally saw

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

details eluded Rena’s

no significance

Waylen’s return, he called Rena,

her apartment at the time. Waylen expressed a desire to

by the time

cicadas perched in the trees filled the air with

she spotted Waylen leaning against his car. As she approached, he

replying nonchalantly, “I sent

gaze bore

he beheld Rena. Sensing this intensity, Rena averted

gentle smile graced Waylen’s face as he

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

a smile as she

uttered those words, there was a tinge

Waylen fixated on the

completely at

questions escaped his lips. Leaning against the back of the seat, he gazed at her, his voice tinged with hoarseness.

nodded in

her, as if

determine what reaction he

be jealousy

preferable

sank even deeper. On one hand, he mourned the loss of his grandmother, and on the other hand, he fretted over Rena’s

reminded himself that a man should

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

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

villa, he had designated a

could sense Waylen’s

coexist peacefully with him, even tolerating him when he was in a

had

Waylen clasped her fingers, his tender touch evoking

Waylen had rarely

preferred to channel

herself taken aback by

closer, enveloping her with his

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

in witnessing

softly caressing her delicate face with his hand, and whispered, “You look incredibly beautiful when

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

took her hand and led her

impressive one hundred square meters. A set of reclining

subdued lighting, he

selected a classic horror movie from the past, though it would be more accurate

movie with

still discern her in

her shoulder and gently tracing her ring

body tensed in response to

chuckled softly. “Are you

denying, Rena

pulling her into his embrace. He caressed her face and inquired,

“Not bad,” she responded.

questioning, lowering his head

her grip on his arm tightening,

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

her head on his shoulder, Rena whispered in return, her expression in the subdued lighting remarkably

through her

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

all, we can’t see

settled

time. His desire was for her to be by

him constantly plagued him with

Everything unfolded organically.

yet she remained relatively silent. Only when he pleased her immensely did she moan and

subdued moans only fueled Waylen’s

He had lost control.

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

neck, Rena pleaded, “Waylen, turn off

he was captivated by her beauty illuminated

of her eyebrows

locked eyes

their time together before their breakup, there had been a moment when she called

she didn’t wish to do that

they be for her to address him in such an affectionate

for a significant stretch

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

for him,

like the recent incident when he traveled to Braseovell, she knew about it

didn’t mind whether he encountered Elvira

that had happened, Rena simply desired to love herself for

encounters came to a

a response from Rena, a

him with kindness but she didn’t

over and letting out a

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

the bed and headed

through her cleansing, Waylen

gaze was veiled by

willing to engage

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

wish to deceive

she had no intention of spending the

harbored

for them

whispered softly, “Waylen, what you desire… I

uttered those words

it was her turn

carried a delicate weight, yet it struck his heart like

closed

a low, raspy voice, he uttered, “Rena, if you are willing to voice this sentiment, it

were

an additional two weeks together, their bond seemingly devoid of

requests, yet her demeanor remained gentle but detached. The vivaciousness that once defined her character seemed to

contrast to Rena’s calmness,

to display some emotions towards

him, believing it would be a

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

politely, maintaining her dignity and ready to leave at

Damn it!

found solace in alcohol at

filled with

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

and inquired, “Are you alright? I can drive

back, Waylen leisurely exhaled smoke, exuding an alluring and

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

smiled and remarked, “With such a

“Come on.”

narrowed his eyes at Roscoe and slowly 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 blushing at the mere sight of

forced an awkward

loved a man deeply, they reveled in intimacy but, when love faded, they

further, Roscoe simply

had too much to drink. Allow me to drive

cast another glance

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

was taken aback,

could Waylen stoop

smile, Roscoe inquired, “Waylen, are you genuinely intoxicated

out the cigarette and downing another

found himself torn, caught in a

the advantages and disadvantages, he summoned the courage to

answered the call after several

Roscoe… Waylen is inebriated.

just concluded a

Tomorrow, she was scheduled to embark on a business trip that

It would be disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but

relationship now existed in this

without her, Waylen possessed

did not refuse,

leaving the following day, she felt it necessary to have

“Alright, send me the address. I’ll need some time

a profound sense of gratitude. “Rena, you have such a

“Enough with the chatter. Return

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

did not inquire about Waylen’s

coursed through Roscoe’s

had once believed that Waylen and Rena would be a perfect match and always remain together but now the future appeared