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. Make haste

Waylen’s throat, causing his

beloved grandmother, Betty. However, he pondered the possibility that Rena might

murmured under his breath, “I might be occupied for

softened, indicating

Waylen suddenly rolled down the window and

nocturnal surroundings, she waved

gaze lingered on her momentarily before

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

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

imminent passing, prompting him to summon Betty’s children

while Waylen stood out as the most exceptional member of

breath, Betty

granting him access. Korbyn leaned in close to Betty’s

on the edge of

her eyes gradually fluttered open, revealing

gaze exuded a

all this time for her

to form,

her, clasping her frail

extended her trembling hand to caress his

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

and she

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 introduce her

his head, his gaze gentle as he fixated upon

caught up with work,

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

subtle grin lingering on his lips, Waylen responded, “Indeed, I may have upset her. Nonetheless, my pursuit continues… I will bring her to you on another occasion, Grandma. I implore you to speak kindly of

relief and remarked, “It’s reassuring to know

persisted in her inquiries

a stunning young woman, Grandma. She

intently, her attention

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

room, the female members of the Fowler

making it agonizing for them to witness her

tenderly caressed Betty’s

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

sparkled

Rena’s number and the call

Rena answered.

“My grandmother wishes to

departing soul. After a brief moment of silence, she

held the phone

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 carry in his heart

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

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Fowler.

Betty’s lips, and her pupils dilated, yet

tightly, Rena felt the impending departure

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

was two weeks later that they finally saw each other

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

eluded

held no significance to

he called Rena,

apartment at the time. Waylen expressed a desire to visit her, but she declined, softly suggesting, “Let’s

the time Waylen arrived

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

against his car. As she

car gracefully, replying nonchalantly,

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

Waylen’s face as he closed the car door with

the seat belt, his mind preoccupied with thoughts. After a prolonged

as she replied, “What

she uttered those words, there was a tinge of

the rare sight

appeared completely at

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

simply nodded

her, as if anticipating something, yet eventually he

couldn’t determine what reaction he desired from

be jealousy or perhaps an

be preferable to

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

reminded himself that

with her, he had invested more thought than ever

Waylen had thoughtfully

the villa, he had designated

could sense Waylen’s

was willing to coexist peacefully with him, even tolerating him when he was in a sour mood. For instance, he insisted on heading to

had

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

Waylen had rarely

often preferred to channel his emotions in the

herself taken aback by

with his arm. “I’ve

graced Rena’s lips. “Really?

delighted in

his hand, and whispered,

of unease, like a fish out of water. “Aren’t we going

smiled, took her hand and led

one hundred square meters. A set of reclining

he guided her to

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

the movie

discern her in the darkness, despite the absence of

matter?” he inquired, wrapping his arm around her shoulder

tensed in

the darkness, he chuckled softly. “Are you

denying, Rena

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

“Not bad,” she responded.

questioning, lowering his head to capture

grip on his arm tightening, yet she did not push

moment, enhancing the romantic atmosphere.

on his shoulder, Rena whispered in return, her expression in the

ran his fingers through her hair, gently stroking

was receptive. Thus, he blurted out, “You truly dislike it here? It’s

all, we can’t see

settled in

desire was for

towards him constantly plagued him

Everything unfolded organically.

voiced her refusal, yet she remained relatively silent. Only when he pleased her immensely did

only fueled Waylen’s

He had lost control.

once, and then he carried her

Rena pleaded, “Waylen, turn off

he was captivated by her beauty

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

locked eyes with

before their breakup, there had been a

didn’t wish to do that

they be for her to address him in such an

remained silent for a significant

to wane, his eyes filled with a touch of uncertainty. Rena reached out to touch his handsome eyebrows and finally spoke up. “Aren’t we in

had no expectations for him,

like the recent incident when he traveled to Braseovell, she

mind whether he encountered

to love herself for the remainder of her

encounters

response from Rena, a sign that she still held some

bestowed him with kindness but she didn’t offer him anything

from her, rolling over and letting out

his discontent, yet she couldn’t

rose from the bed

through her cleansing, Waylen

was veiled

to engage in

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,

wish to

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

had never harbored

was best for them to part ways

whispered softly, “Waylen, what you

once uttered those

her

carried a delicate weight, yet it struck his heart

closed

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

In truth, they were both in pain at this

had spent an additional two weeks together, their bond seemingly devoid

romantic outing and Rena rarely turned down his requests, yet her demeanor remained

calmness, Waylen grew

her to

would

when she loved him, she couldn’t resist indulging in childish behavior

had faded, she treated him politely, maintaining her

Damn it!

solace in

remained packed, filled with familiar faces, including

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

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

exhaled smoke,

They surreptitiously stole glances at Waylen, captivated by his charm, yet none dared to make advances. Waylen’s reputation for aloofness preceded him, leaving them no choice but to admire him

smiled and remarked, “With such a

“Come on.”

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

forced an awkward

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

provoking Waylen further, Roscoe simply urged

Allow me to drive you back. Don’t you

cast another

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

taken aback, his

Waylen stoop

inquired, “Waylen, are you genuinely intoxicated or merely

remained silent, snuffing out the cigarette and downing another half glass of brandy, as if determined to

torn, caught in

advantages and disadvantages, he summoned the courage to dial Rena’s

call after

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

had just concluded

team. Tomorrow, she was scheduled to

disingenuous to claim she felt nothing but she had resolved not to

and their relationship now existed in this peculiar

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

not refuse,

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

the address. I’ll need some

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

“Enough with the chatter. Return home early and spend time with

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

not inquire about Waylen’s state at

chill coursed through

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