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 ahead. Make haste but

in Waylen’s throat, causing his Adam’s apple

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 would

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

softened, indicating her newfound

car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the window and said

surroundings, she waved

her momentarily before he pressed on

two-hour journey lay ahead as Waylen drove towards the eastern suburbs. His grandmother, Betty, who was Korbyn’s mother, had been residing there for an extended period

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

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

while Waylen stood out as the

last breath, Betty patiently awaited Waylen’s

Fowler family made way for him, granting him access. Korbyn leaned in close to Betty’s ear and whispered, “Mother, Waylen has returned to

the

her eyes gradually fluttered

gaze exuded a remarkable

recognized this phenomenon as terminal lucidity. Betty had been waiting all this time for

form,

squatting before her, clasping her

her trembling hand to

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

unmarried, and she yearned

as she spoke slowly, drawing from her previous conversation with Waylen’s mother. “I was informed by your mother that

head, his gaze gentle as he fixated upon Betty’s

responded, “She was caught up with work, and I couldn’t

I know… How could I be unaware of your temper?

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

and remarked, “It’s reassuring

in her inquiries

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

her attention fully

She murmured, “I yearn to lay my

members

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

caressed Betty’s

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

sparkled with

Rena’s number and the

Rena answered.

voice, Waylen relayed, “My

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

the phone near Betty’s

met. The words spoken were about granting leniency

father carry in his heart at

Rena. She didn’t want this elderly woman to depart with unfulfilled wishes. Even if it meant deceiving Betty, Rena knew it

worry, Mrs. Fowler. I

her pupils dilated, yet she did

the phone tightly, Rena felt the impending departure

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

later that

Braseovell to attend the initial hearing of Elvira’s divorce

details eluded

no significance to her

return, he called Rena, suggesting they

desire to visit her, but she declined, softly

by the time Waylen arrived in

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

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

replying nonchalantly, “I sent him to my

bore into

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

as he closed the car

mind preoccupied with thoughts. After a prolonged silence, he couldn’t resist the urge to inquire, “Why

with a smile as she replied, “What would you

those words, there was a tinge of mockery behind

fixated on the rare

appeared 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

her, as if anticipating

what reaction he desired

be jealousy or perhaps an

would be preferable to this

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

he reminded himself that

her, he had invested more

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

for working in the villa, he had designated a

sense Waylen’s

didn’t vocalize 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

the file she had been perusing,

Waylen clasped her fingers, his tender touch evoking more emotion than all their romantic memories

Waylen had rarely displayed such

to channel his emotions in

found herself taken aback

to resist, she gazed up at him. Waylen gently pulled her closer, enveloping her with his arm.

“Really?

delighted in witnessing her

delicate face with his hand, and whispered, “You look

unease, like a fish out of water.

her hand and led her

merely a home theater, it spanned an impressive one hundred square meters. A set of reclining sofas was arranged in front of the expansive circular

the subdued lighting, he

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

enjoyed the movie with

him, he could still discern her

he inquired, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and gently

in response

he chuckled

denying, Rena

her face and

“Not bad,” she responded.

ceased his questioning, lowering his head

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

intimate moment, enhancing the

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

ran his fingers through her

he blurted out, “You truly dislike it

we can’t see each

tension settled in the

more time. His desire was for

towards him constantly plagued him with

Everything unfolded organically.

relatively silent. Only when

moans only fueled

He had lost control.

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

Rena pleaded, “Waylen, turn off the

by her beauty illuminated by the

at the edge of her eyebrows enticed him to bestow kisses upon

locked eyes with

before their breakup, there had been a moment when she called out to him so lovingly in the

she didn’t wish to do that

her to address him in such an affectionate manner

a

enthusiasm to wane, his eyes filled with a touch of uncertainty. Rena reached out to touch his handsome eyebrows and

expectations for him, they wouldn’t engage in

the recent incident when he traveled to Braseovell,

whether he encountered Elvira or

all that had happened, Rena simply desired to

encounters came

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

with kindness but she didn’t

over and letting out a subdued

she couldn’t

from the bed and headed for the

her cleansing,

veiled by

was willing to engage in conversation with

the importance of cutting losses in a timely manner. Look, you have always desired

wish to deceive

no intention of spending the rest

had never harbored thoughts of

was best for them to part

him a smile and whispered softly, “Waylen, what you

uttered those

it was her turn

it struck his heart like a hammer,

gently closed his

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

were both in pain

had spent an additional two weeks together, their bond seemingly

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

to Rena’s calmness, Waylen grew

her to display some emotions towards

she would slap him, believing it would be a sign of

she couldn’t resist indulging in childish behavior and challenging him.

that her love had faded, she treated him politely, maintaining

Damn it!

solace in alcohol at

filled with familiar faces,

Roscoe seldom engaged in clubbing. He came solely to keep Waylen company upon hearing

and inquired, “Are you alright? I can drive

Waylen leisurely exhaled smoke, exuding an alluring

women also occupied the private room. They surreptitiously stole glances at Waylen, captivated by his charm, yet none dared to make advances. Waylen’s reputation for aloofness preceded him,

“With such a captivating face, who could possibly resist

“Come on.”

her. Why doesn’t she feel anything for me? She used to be so nice to

forced an

deeply, they reveled in intimacy but, when love faded, they

provoking Waylen further, Roscoe simply urged him to

much to drink. Allow me to drive

cast another

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

taken aback,

could Waylen

“Waylen, are you genuinely intoxicated

downing another half glass of brandy, as if determined to

found himself torn, caught in

weighing the advantages and disadvantages, he

answered the call after

smile. “Rena, it’s Roscoe… Waylen

just concluded

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

be disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but

up and their relationship now

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

did not refuse,

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

send me the address. I’ll need some

gratitude. “Rena, you have such a generous

“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 had agreed to come,

about Waylen’s state at

icy chill coursed

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