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.

throat, causing his Adam’s apple to

desired Rena’s company, wishing to introduce her to his beloved grandmother, Betty. However, he pondered the possibility that Rena

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

indicating

got out of the car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the window and said to

surroundings, she waved him forward, declaring, “Go

her momentarily before he pressed on the

ahead 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

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

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

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

her last breath, Betty patiently awaited

family made way for him, granting him access. Korbyn leaned in close

the

her eyes gradually

gaze exuded a remarkable

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

to form, Betty

clasping her

her trembling hand to

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

and she yearned for

as she spoke slowly, drawing from her previous conversation with Waylen’s mother. “I was informed by your mother that you’ve taken an interest in a girl. She

head, his gaze gentle as

was caught up with work, and I

Betty’s countenance. “You’re just deceiving me… I know, I know… How could I be unaware of your temper? You

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

of relief and remarked, “It’s reassuring to

her inquiries about the

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

intently, her attention

dwindled, regret gnawed at Betty’s heart. She murmured, “I yearn to

room, the female members of the Fowler family wept

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

caressed Betty’s

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 and the call

Rena answered.

voice, Waylen relayed, “My grandmother wishes to speak with

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

held the phone near Betty’s

her phone, Rena listened to the voice of the elderly woman whom she had never met. The words spoken were about granting

regrets did her father carry in his heart at the time of

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

assured, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Fowler.

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

the phone tightly, Rena felt the impending departure of a

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

was two weeks later that they finally saw each

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

details eluded

held no significance to

he called Rena, suggesting they

a desire to visit her, but she declined,

had already arrived by the time Waylen arrived in

trees filled the air with their vibrant chorus, lending a lively

out of the building, she spotted Waylen leaning against his car. As she approached, he courteously opened

the car gracefully, replying nonchalantly,

bore

he beheld Rena. Sensing

he

his hands automatically fastened the seat belt, his mind preoccupied with thoughts. After a

with a smile as she replied,

was

thoughts, Waylen fixated on the rare sight of her smiling in his

completely

questions escaped his lips. Leaning against the back of the seat, he gazed at her, his voice tinged with hoarseness. “This is the task I took on previously. And I didn’t catch a

simply nodded in

as if anticipating something, yet eventually

couldn’t determine what reaction he

it be jealousy or perhaps an

be preferable to

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

himself that a man should maintain

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

lavish villa, Rena possessed her own separate dressing room. Waylen had thoughtfully arranged a collection of clothing for her, all from her favorite brands, some even matching her

villa, he had designated a study for

sense

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

she had been perusing,

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

recollection, Waylen had rarely

preferred to channel

taken aback by this unexpected

enveloping her with his arm. “I’ve picked a horror

Rena’s lips. “Really? Is it truly that

in witnessing

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

out of water. “Aren’t we going to watch the

smiled, took her hand and

home theater, it spanned an impressive one hundred square meters. A set of reclining sofas was arranged in

lighting, he guided her to

the past, though it would be more accurate to describe it as

the movie with great

he could still discern her in the darkness, despite the

around her shoulder and gently tracing her ring finger with his other

body tensed in response

darkness, he chuckled softly. “Are you

denying, Rena

chuckled again, pulling her into his embrace. He caressed her face and inquired, “What are your thoughts on the

“Not bad,” she responded.

his questioning, lowering his head to capture

aback, her grip on his arm

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

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

his fingers through

not she was receptive. Thus, he blurted out, “You truly dislike it here? It’s so dark, and I assumed you would

all, we can’t see

tension settled

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

her indifference towards him constantly plagued him with

Everything unfolded organically.

she remained relatively silent. Only when he pleased her

subdued moans only fueled

He had lost control.

her back to the master bedroom. He yearned to

Rena pleaded, “Waylen, turn off the

he was captivated by her beauty illuminated

blue veins at the edge of her eyebrows enticed him to bestow kisses

locked eyes with

couldn’t help but recall that during their time together before their breakup, there had been a moment when she

she didn’t wish

they be for her to address

for a significant stretch

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

no expectations for him, they wouldn’t

to Braseovell, she knew about it

whether he

had happened, Rena simply desired to love herself for

encounters came to a

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

with kindness but she didn’t

rolling over

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

from the bed and headed for

through her cleansing, Waylen

veiled by the

to engage

towel, she said in a hushed tone, “Waylen, you are a successful lawyer and a 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 you are

didn’t wish to

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

never harbored

was best for them to

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

once uttered those

it was her turn to express

weight, yet it struck his heart like a

gently closed

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

truth, they were both in pain at this very

additional two weeks

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

calmness, Waylen grew

to

wished she would slap him, believing it would

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

treated him politely, maintaining her dignity and ready to leave

Damn it!

solace in alcohol

room remained packed, filled

upon hearing of his presence, for he had Waylen and Rena to thank that he could

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

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

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, leaving

smiled and remarked, “With such a captivating face, who

“Come on.”

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 me

forced an awkward

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

further, Roscoe

Allow me to drive you back. Don’t you

cast another glance at

and instructed, “Call Rena. She should

aback, his

could Waylen

a wistful smile, Roscoe inquired, “Waylen, are you genuinely intoxicated or

another half glass of

himself torn, caught in a

advantages and disadvantages, he

the call

Roscoe… Waylen is inebriated. Could you please

had just

assembled a team. Tomorrow, she was scheduled to embark on a business trip

Waylen was upset because of her. It would be disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but she had resolved not to concern

had broken up and their relationship

believed that even without her, Waylen possessed the attributes to forge

did not

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

I’ll need some time

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

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

However, upon ending the

inquire about Waylen’s state at

icy chill coursed through

would be a perfect