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 drive

Waylen’s throat, causing his Adam’s

he pondered the possibility that

murmured under his breath, “I might be

softened, indicating her newfound

car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the window

surroundings, she waved

lingered on her momentarily

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 due to the

a fateful occurrence, as Betty’s impending demise loomed. Delirium

arrived and comprehended Betty’s imminent passing, prompting him

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

last breath, Betty patiently

way for him, granting him access. Korbyn leaned in close to Betty’s ear and whispered, “Mother,

teetered on the

gradually fluttered open, revealing a

gaze exuded a

Betty had been waiting all this

form,

before her, clasping her frail hand and tenderly

trembling hand to

heart. He possessed not only good looks but also

he remained unmarried, and she

previous conversation with Waylen’s mother. “I was informed by your mother that you’ve taken an interest in a girl. She mentioned that you intended to

lifted his head, his gaze gentle as he fixated upon

warmly and responded, “She was caught up with work, and

just deceiving me… I know, I know… How

her. Nonetheless, my pursuit continues… I will bring her to you on

“It’s reassuring to know that

her inquiries about

ear, “She is a stunning young woman, Grandma. She possesses admirable

listened intently, her attention fully

heart. She murmured,

the female members

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

tenderly caressed Betty’s

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

eyes sparkled with

number and the call

Rena answered.

a raspy voice, Waylen relayed, “My grandmother wishes

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

held the phone near Betty’s

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

her father carry in his heart at the time of his

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

Rena assured, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Fowler. I

and her pupils dilated, yet she did not

tightly, Rena felt the impending departure of

sense Waylen’s profound sorrow even though she

weeks later that they finally saw each other

traveled to Braseovell

details eluded

no significance

return, he called Rena, suggesting they

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

had already arrived by the time Waylen arrived in his

in the trees filled the air with their

his car. As she approached, he courteously opened

the car gracefully, replying nonchalantly, “I sent him to my mother’s

bore into

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

as he closed the car door

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

a smile as she replied, “What would you like me

was a tinge of

the rare

appeared completely at

voice tinged with hoarseness. “This is the task I took on previously. And I didn’t catch a

nodded in

as if anticipating something, yet

determine what reaction he desired

it be jealousy or perhaps

would be preferable

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

that a

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

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

working in the villa, he had designated

sense

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

had been perusing,

tender touch evoking more emotion than all their romantic

Waylen had rarely displayed such

often preferred to channel his

found herself taken aback by

she gazed up at him. Waylen gently pulled her closer, enveloping her with his arm. “I’ve picked a horror movie and dimmed

smile graced Rena’s lips. “Really? Is

in

hand, and whispered,

fish out of

her hand and led

impressive one hundred square meters. A set of reclining

he guided

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

enjoyed the movie with great

he could still discern her in the darkness, despite the

his arm around her shoulder

body tensed in

the darkness, he chuckled softly.

Rena retorted,

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

“Not bad,” she responded.

his

arm tightening, yet

an intimate moment, enhancing the romantic atmosphere.

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

fingers through her hair, gently

not she was receptive. Thus, he blurted out, “You truly dislike it here?

we can’t

tension settled

His desire was for her to be by

towards him constantly plagued him with

Everything unfolded organically.

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

only fueled Waylen’s

He had lost control.

he carried her back to the master bedroom. He yearned to

pleaded, “Waylen,

captivated by her beauty illuminated

skin bewitched him and the delicate blue veins at the edge of her eyebrows enticed him to bestow kisses upon them.

eyes with

their breakup, there had been a moment when she called out to him

wish to do

be for her to address

for a significant

his eyes filled with a touch of uncertainty. Rena reached out to touch

no expectations for him, they

he traveled to Braseovell, she knew

he encountered Elvira or

that had happened, Rena simply desired to love

intimate encounters came to

from Rena, a sign

him with kindness but she

rolling over and letting out

his discontent, yet she couldn’t suppress her pride

the bed and headed for the

through her

was veiled by the

was willing to engage in

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 still not happy… Waylen, if you feel discomfort or unhappiness in this relationship, why don’t

didn’t wish to deceive

no intention of spending the rest of her life

harbored thoughts of

was best for them to

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

had once uttered those

was her

struck his heart like a hammer,

closed

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

In truth, they were both in pain at

two

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

calmness,

yearned for her to display some emotions

she would slap him, believing it would be a

loved him, she couldn’t resist indulging

politely, maintaining her

Damn it!

solace in alcohol at

filled

engaged in clubbing. He came solely to keep Waylen company upon hearing of his presence, for he had Waylen and Rena to thank that

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

Waylen leisurely exhaled smoke, exuding an

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

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

“Come on.”

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 and she delighted

forced an awkward

loved a man deeply, they reveled

further, Roscoe

drink. Allow me to drive you back. Don’t you have

cast another glance at

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

aback, his disbelief

Waylen stoop so

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

and downing another half

torn,

weighing the advantages and disadvantages, he summoned

the call after several

offered an awkward smile. “Rena, it’s Roscoe… Waylen is inebriated. Could you

just

was scheduled to embark on a business trip that would span roughly two weeks. Upon

was upset because of her. It would be disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but she had resolved

had broken up and their relationship now

Waylen possessed the attributes to

did not

would be leaving the following day, she felt it

the address. I’ll need some

sense of gratitude.

“Enough with the chatter. Return home

remarks, aiming to uplift Rena’s spirits. However, upon ending the call, a disquieting

not inquire about

coursed through

had once believed that Waylen and Rena would be a perfect match