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.

lump formed in Waylen’s throat, causing his Adam’s

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 agreed to accompany him, she

Waylen murmured under his breath, “I might be occupied for some

softened, indicating her newfound

car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the

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

momentarily before

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

impending demise

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

Waylen stood out as the most exceptional member of the younger generation. Betty held

breath, Betty patiently awaited

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

the edge of

hearing footsteps, her eyes gradually fluttered open,

gaze exuded

Betty had been waiting all this time for her grandson to return and

to form, Betty sat

swiftly approached, squatting before her, clasping her frail

extended her trembling hand

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

he remained unmarried, and

your mother that you’ve taken an interest in a girl.

gaze gentle as he fixated

up with work, and I

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

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

relief and remarked, “It’s reassuring to know that you’re still pursuing

inquiries about

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

her attention

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

female members of the Fowler family

to all, making it agonizing for them to witness her final moments. Yet, deep down, everyone knew that this

tenderly caressed Betty’s

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

sparkled

Rena’s number and

Rena answered.

voice, Waylen relayed, “My grandmother wishes

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

the phone near

spoken were about granting leniency to Waylen, which brought to mind Rena’s own

his heart at the

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

“Don’t worry,

Betty’s lips, and her pupils dilated, yet

felt the impending

sense Waylen’s profound sorrow even

was two weeks later that

had attended Betty’s funeral, and then traveled to Braseovell

eluded

significance to

Waylen’s return, he called Rena, suggesting they

to visit her, but she

afternoon had already arrived by the time Waylen arrived in his

in the trees filled the air with their vibrant

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

entered the car gracefully, replying nonchalantly, “I

gaze bore into

for two weeks, Waylen’s eyes held a myriad of emotions as he beheld Rena. Sensing this intensity, Rena averted

Waylen’s face as he closed the

fastened the seat belt, his mind preoccupied with thoughts. After a prolonged silence, he

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

there was a

his thoughts, Waylen fixated on the

appeared completely at

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

simply nodded

study her, as if anticipating

couldn’t determine what reaction

be jealousy

be preferable to this

deeper. On one hand, he mourned the loss of his

he reminded himself that a

to start afresh with her, he had invested more thought

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

for working in the villa, he had designated a study for

sense Waylen’s

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

the file she had been perusing,

touch evoking more emotion

recollection, Waylen had rarely

to channel his emotions

aback

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

“Really? Is it truly that

in witnessing

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

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

her hand

an impressive one hundred square meters. A set of reclining sofas was arranged in front of

the subdued lighting, he guided her to a

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

the movie

discern her in the darkness, despite the

his arm around her shoulder and gently tracing her ring

in response to

the darkness, he chuckled softly. “Are

denying, Rena retorted,

embrace. He caressed her face

“Not bad,” she responded.

his

aback, her grip on his arm tightening, yet she

the screen happened to be engaged in an intimate moment, enhancing the romantic

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

through her hair, gently

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

can’t see

icy tension settled

needed more time. His desire was for her to

towards him constantly plagued

Everything unfolded organically.

her refusal, yet she remained relatively silent. Only when he pleased her immensely did she moan and let out a

moans only fueled

He had lost control.

once, and then he carried her back to

pleaded, “Waylen, turn off

her beauty illuminated

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

locked eyes

during their time together before their breakup, there had been a moment when she called out to him so lovingly in the throes of

she didn’t wish to do that

for her to address him

for a significant stretch of

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

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

when he traveled to Braseovell, she knew about it but felt

he encountered

to love herself for the remainder of her

their intimate encounters came to

found their relationship dissatisfying. He yearned for a response from Rena, a sign that she still held some concern for him deep

with kindness but she

over and letting out a subdued

couldn’t suppress her pride and console him

bed and headed

her cleansing, Waylen

gaze was veiled by

to engage

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

didn’t wish

this moment, she had no intention of

harbored

for them to part

and whispered softly, “Waylen, what you desire… I cannot give

uttered those words to

her turn to express

delicate weight, yet it struck his heart

gently closed his

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

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

additional two

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

calmness, Waylen grew increasingly

her to display

wished she would slap him, believing it would be

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

politely, maintaining her dignity and ready to leave

Damn it!

in alcohol

packed, filled with

hearing of his presence,

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

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

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

Waylen’s inner turmoil. He smiled and remarked, “With

“Come on.”

anything for me? She used to be so nice to me, her face blushing at the mere sight of me and she

an

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

of provoking Waylen further, Roscoe simply urged him

to drive you back.

another

Roscoe and instructed, “Call Rena. She should still be at the music

was taken aback, his disbelief

Waylen

inquired, “Waylen, are

and downing another half glass of

torn, caught in

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

the call

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

just concluded a

a team. Tomorrow, she was scheduled to embark on a business trip that would span roughly two weeks. Upon hearing

disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but she had resolved

and their relationship now

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

not

following day, she felt it necessary to have a conversation with

I’ll need

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

the chatter. Return home early and spend

promptly responded with a few lighthearted remarks, aiming to uplift Rena’s spirits. However, upon ending the call,

not inquire about Waylen’s state

icy chill coursed through

a perfect match