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.

a gentle tone, she advised, “Go

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

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

contemplating for a while, Waylen murmured under his breath, “I might

softened, indicating her

car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the window and

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

on her momentarily before he pressed on

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

occurrence, as Betty’s impending demise loomed. Delirium had overtaken

prompting him to summon Betty’s children and

a prominent position, while Waylen stood out as the most exceptional member of the younger generation. Betty held

her last breath, Betty

entire Fowler family made way for him, granting him

the edge of

footsteps, her eyes gradually fluttered open,

exuded a remarkable

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

to form, Betty

approached, squatting before her, clasping her

her trembling hand to caress

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

and she

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

his gaze gentle as he fixated

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

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

her. Nonetheless, my pursuit continues… I will bring her

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

her inquiries

ear, “She is a stunning

her attention

at Betty’s heart. She murmured, “I

room, the female members of the Fowler

agonizing for them to witness her final moments. Yet, deep down, everyone knew that this would be their last

tenderly caressed

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

eyes sparkled

Rena’s number

Rena answered.

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

solace to Betty’s departing soul. After a brief

held the phone

listened 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 Rena’s own regret of not being able to bid her father

father carry in his

unfulfilled wishes. Even if it

worry, Mrs. Fowler.

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

Rena felt the impending departure of a

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

weeks later that they finally saw

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

details eluded Rena’s

significance

called Rena,

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

arrived by the

cicadas perched in the trees filled the air with their vibrant chorus,

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

car gracefully, replying nonchalantly, “I sent

gaze bore

been apart for two weeks, Waylen’s eyes held a myriad of emotions as he beheld Rena. Sensing this intensity, Rena averted her gaze, allowing her eyes to descend in

he closed the car door with

belt, his mind preoccupied with thoughts. After a prolonged

as she replied, “What would you

was

on the rare

appeared completely at

her, his voice tinged with hoarseness. “This is the

nodded

if anticipating

determine what reaction he desired from

it be jealousy or perhaps

would be preferable to

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

himself that

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

Waylen had thoughtfully arranged

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

sense

it, she was 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 room for a movie after

had been perusing,

instinctively, Waylen clasped her fingers, his tender touch

Waylen had

channel his emotions

aback by

him. Waylen gently pulled her closer, enveloping her with

“Really?

in witnessing her

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

like a fish out of

took her hand and

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

lighting, he

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

enjoyed the movie with great

still discern her in the darkness,

wrapping his arm around her shoulder and gently tracing her ring finger with his

body tensed in response to

darkness, he chuckled softly.

Rena

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

“Not bad,” she responded.

questioning, lowering his head to

taken aback, her grip on his arm tightening, yet she did not push

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

return, her expression in the subdued lighting remarkably composed, though she didn’t want Waylen to perceive it,

through her hair, gently stroking

out, “You truly dislike it here? It’s so dark, and I assumed you would enjoy

all, we can’t

icy tension settled in the

felt that maybe they needed more time. His desire was for her to be

towards him constantly plagued

Everything unfolded organically.

no longer voiced her refusal, yet she remained relatively silent. Only when he pleased her immensely did she moan and let out a

subdued moans only fueled

He had lost control.

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

his neck, Rena pleaded, “Waylen,

was captivated by her beauty

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

locked eyes

had been a moment when she called out to him so lovingly in the

she didn’t wish to do that

close must they be for her to address him in such an

silent for a significant stretch

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

for

incident when he traveled to Braseovell, she knew about

he encountered

that had happened, Rena simply desired to love herself

intimate encounters came to a

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

kindness but she didn’t offer

her, rolling over

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

bed and

her cleansing,

was veiled by the

engage in conversation with

in a timely manner. Look, you have always

didn’t wish

she had no intention of spending the rest

harbored thoughts

best for them

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

uttered

it was her turn to

voice carried a delicate weight, yet it struck his heart

closed

willing to voice this sentiment, it signifies that you still care about

they were

additional two weeks together, their bond seemingly

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

to Rena’s calmness, Waylen grew

yearned for her to

slap him, believing it would

she couldn’t resist indulging in childish

him politely, maintaining her dignity and

Damn it!

in alcohol

remained packed, filled

keep Waylen company upon hearing of

shoulder and inquired, “Are

exhaled smoke, exuding an alluring

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

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

“Come on.”

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

an

man deeply, they

Waylen further, Roscoe simply urged

too much to drink. Allow me to drive

cast another glance at

his phone to Roscoe and instructed, “Call Rena. She should

aback, his

Waylen stoop so

are you

downing another half glass of brandy, as

found himself torn,

advantages and disadvantages, he summoned the courage to dial

call

awkward smile. “Rena, it’s Roscoe… Waylen is

had just concluded a

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

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

and their relationship now existed

Waylen possessed the attributes to forge the connections

did not

the following day, she felt it necessary

address. I’ll

sense of gratitude. “Rena, you

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

However, upon ending the call, a disquieting feeling washed over him. Rena

did not inquire about

chill coursed

believed that Waylen and Rena would be a perfect match and always remain