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.

gentle tone, she advised, “Go ahead.

Waylen’s throat, causing his Adam’s apple

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

a while, Waylen murmured under his breath, “I

indicating her newfound

the car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the window and said to her,

surroundings, she waved him forward, declaring, “Go

on her momentarily before he

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

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

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

stood out as the most exceptional member

Betty

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

on the

footsteps, her eyes gradually fluttered open,

exuded a remarkable

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

to form, Betty sat

her, clasping her

hand

grandson held a special place in her heart. He possessed not only good looks but

remained unmarried, and

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 mentioned that you intended

lifted his head, his gaze gentle as

was caught up with work, and I couldn’t

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

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

sigh of relief and remarked, “It’s reassuring

her inquiries about the girl’s

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

intently, her attention fully

heart. She murmured, “I yearn to lay my eyes upon her

members of the Fowler

had endeared her to all, making it agonizing for them to witness her final

tenderly caressed Betty’s

you, alright? After conversing with her, you’ll know that I haven’t

eyes sparkled

Rena’s number and

Rena answered.

a raspy voice, Waylen relayed, “My grandmother wishes

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

held the phone

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

his

washed over Rena. She didn’t want this elderly woman to depart with unfulfilled wishes. Even if it meant deceiving Betty, Rena knew it would bring solace in her final

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Fowler. I

curled upon Betty’s lips, and her pupils

the phone tightly, Rena felt the impending departure of

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

two weeks later that

to Braseovell to attend

eluded

held no significance

return, he called Rena, suggesting

apartment at the time. Waylen expressed a desire to visit

already arrived by the time

cicadas perched in the trees filled the air with their vibrant

of the building, 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

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

smile graced Waylen’s face as he closed the car door with

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

smile as she replied, “What would you like

uttered those words, there was a tinge of

thoughts, Waylen fixated on the

appeared completely

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

simply nodded

study her, as if anticipating something, yet eventually he

what reaction he desired

it be jealousy or perhaps

would be preferable

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

that a

afresh with her, he

villa, Rena possessed her own separate dressing room. Waylen had thoughtfully arranged a collection of

her penchant for working in the villa, he had designated

sense Waylen’s

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

file she had been

Waylen clasped her fingers, his tender touch evoking more emotion

had rarely displayed such

to channel

aback by

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

lips. “Really? Is

in witnessing

face with his hand, and whispered,

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

took her hand and led

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

lighting, he guided her to

it would be more accurate to describe it as a

the movie with great

face him, he could still discern her in the darkness, despite

matter?” he inquired, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and gently tracing her ring finger

tensed in response

he chuckled

Rena

pulling her into his embrace. He caressed her face and

“Not bad,” she responded.

his

on his arm tightening, yet she did not push

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

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

his fingers through her hair,

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

can’t see

tension settled in

His desire was

indifference towards him constantly plagued him with

Everything unfolded organically.

she remained relatively silent. Only when he pleased her immensely did she moan and let

only

He had lost control.

within the home theater once, and then he carried her

Rena pleaded,

by her beauty illuminated

veins at the edge of her eyebrows enticed him to bestow kisses upon them. He

locked eyes with

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

wish to do that

for her to address him in

for a

a touch of uncertainty. Rena reached out to touch his handsome

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

incident when he traveled to Braseovell, she

mind whether he encountered Elvira

Rena simply desired to love herself for the

intimate encounters came to

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

kindness but she

her, rolling over

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

rose from the bed and headed

her

was veiled

to engage in conversation with

a timely manner. Look,

didn’t wish to

she had no intention of spending the rest of her life with

harbored thoughts

them to

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

uttered those words to

her

yet it struck his heart like a hammer,

gently closed his

are willing to

In truth, they were both in pain at this very

two weeks together,

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

calmness, Waylen grew increasingly

for her to display some emotions towards

wished she would slap him, believing it would be a

couldn’t resist indulging in

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

Damn it!

in alcohol

room remained packed, filled with familiar faces, including

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

and inquired, “Are you alright? I can

leisurely exhaled smoke,

stole glances at Waylen, captivated by his charm, yet none dared to make advances. Waylen’s

and remarked, “With such a captivating

“Come on.”

“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 of me and she delighted in our

an

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

provoking Waylen further, Roscoe simply urged him to

to drink. Allow me to drive you

cast another glance

Rena. She should

taken aback,

could Waylen

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

out the cigarette and downing another half glass of brandy, as if determined

found himself torn,

he summoned the

call

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

had just

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

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

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

did not refuse,

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

the address. I’ll need

profound sense of gratitude. “Rena, you have such

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

to uplift Rena’s spirits. However, upon ending the call, a disquieting feeling washed over

not inquire about Waylen’s

chill coursed through

be a perfect match and always remain together but now the future