A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 601-610

Zack rolled his eyes.

Humph!

It was known to all that Tyrone had harbored feelings for Rena for several years. Waylen, ever the crafty one, had coerced Tyrone to relocate to the south.

Zack’s disdain for Tyrone and Rena intensified with each passing moment.

Damn it!

Zack wondered just how long Tyrone and Rena would continue exchanging glances and engaging in conversation.

Just as Zack contemplated stepping forward, he caught sight of Waylen from the corner of his eye. A smile crept onto Zack’s face upon witnessing this scene.

Zack presumed that Waylen, dressed to the nines, had likely come here to surprise Rena.

Little did Waylen know, he was about to be surprised.

Because Rena had crossed paths with Tyrone.

Zack anticipated Waylen’s intense jealousy.

Amused by this notion, Zack burst into laughter, his amusement perhaps so evident that Rena caught wind of it and turned her gaze in his direction…

And there, she spotted Waylen.

Bathed in the radiant glow of a crystal lamp, Waylen exuded an air of elegance as he stood poised.

His gaze fixated on Rena.

He observed her radiant smile directed at Tyrone.

Lately, she had been distant towards him, rarely gracing him with such a carefree smile. Yet, when her eyes met Tyrone’s, an irresistible grin adorned her face. Was Tyrone more captivating and cherished in her heart compared to Waylen?

Suppressing his feelings of envy, Waylen refused to let his narrow-mindedness show.

However, he found himself irresistibly drawn towards them. He stood motionless, gracefully plucking a glass of wine from the tray presented by a waiter. A subtle smile danced on the corners of his lips as he turned to Rena and uttered, “Do I possess such charm that makes you keep staring at me?”

Rena had grown accustomed to Waylen’s audaciousness.

She turned her head and offered an apologetic smile to Tyrone.

Of course, Tyrone was well aware of the situation. Despite being in Heron, he remained well- informed.

Rena had returned to Waylen due to the events involving Roscoe and Vera. Yet, in Tyrone’s eyes, Rena and Waylen were no longer the same as before.

With a sarcastic tone, Tyrone jibed, “Waylen, your concern for Rena is overwhelming Is that why you ventured all the way to Heron? Those who know you might assume you’re here to see Rena, while those who don’t might find your actions suspicious.”

It became a battle of egos between men…

They not only sought to outdo each other in the realm of business but also engaged in verbal sparring, aiming to render each other speechless.

Waylen, being a lawyer, possessed a silver tongue.

Balancing the wine glass in his hand, Waylen wore a gentle smile and remarked, “I doubt there will be any formidable opponents in Heron. What do you think, Rena?”

Rena cast a fleeting glance his way, silently signaling him to tread carefully.

Leaning closer to her ear, Waylen inquired, “Are you concerned about him?”

In a hushed tone, Rena responded, “Waylen, are you intentionally provoking me? I simply ran into him at the banquet and did nothing more. There’s no need for you to behave this way.”

“I’m consumed by jealousy,” Waylen confessed candidly, his eyes burning with intensity as he locked his gaze with hers.

Overwhelmed by the prying eyes of onlookers, Rena’s cheeks flushed a subtle shade of crimson.

The smile on Tyrone’s face gradually faded….

Standing by Tyrone’s side, Zack held a wine glass and commented in a soft voice, “You see, no one can surpass Waylen in shamelessness.”

Tyrone slowly savored the wine in his glass.

The potent liquor slid down his throat and settled in his core, causing a discomfort that somehow mirrored his mood.

Gazing at the couple before him, he whispered softly, “I was mistaken.”

Zack failed to grasp the full meaning behind Tyrone’s words.

However, Tyrone himself understood perfectly.

When Tyrone pursued Rena, he never anticipated Waylen’s overwhelming obsession with her. Waylen, known for being consumed by work, had never treated Rena with much seriousness in the first place. Yet, nobody could have foreseen his current state of mind.

Tyrone knew all too well that he hadn’t been defeated by Waylen.

Instead, he had been defeated by the passage of time.

In matters of love, sometimes it was indeed a case of “first come, first served.”

Silently, Tyrone departed, just as quietly as his encounter with Rena.

No matter how lively the party, it eventually reached its conclusion.

With Waylen at her side, Rena remained untouched by others.

Once the festivities ended, Rena glanced at the illuminated numbers on the elevator and asked in a hushed tone, “Have you booked a hotel room? If not, I can ask my secretary to arrange it for you.”

Waylen’s eyes held depth as he replied, “I’ll stay with you.

Rena lowered her head and absently toyed with her phone. “Let me take care of the booking. I’ll be occupied with work in the coming days and might not have much time to spend with you.”

Her phone was gently taken from her grasp.

Waylen’s expression turned serious as he asserted, “I won’t disturb you.”

Rena fell silent, her gaze fixed on the elevator, waiting as the doors opened.

The party had reached its conclusion, and a sea of people swarmed around. The confined space of the elevator made Rena feel uneasy, squeezed against the wall.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and enveloped her, drawing her into a protective embrace.

Rena found herself momentarily stunned.

Waylen…

Forced to lean against his chest, her face tenderly brushed against his clothing. When she raised her eyes, she caught sight of his prominent Adam’s apple, a captivating sight that exuded a captivating allure.

Waylen cast his gaze downward, his eyes obscured by an impenetrable darkness, harboring a brewing storm of emotions.

Indeed, once he stepped foot into her hotel room, the facade of elegance he had displayed at the party shattered.

Rena found herself pinned against the sturdy door, his body leaning in, one leg planted firmly to imprison her, leaving her no means of escape.

Averting her face, Rena inquired, “Waylen, what do you intend to do?”

and asked in a hoarse voice laced with a tinge of anguish, “Rena, do you still hold

remained silent for a moment, the weight of such a night seemingly primed for an

were on

and I had to witness you repeatedly seeking out Elvira. Instead of lamenting, I

words, tears welled up

Vera’s divorce was

had been waiting for

had pleaded with him and he had assisted

this point, they

Waylen’s heart sank.

her face, his voice barely above a whisper, “Rena, do you wish to strike me? Like any ordinary couple, slap me if it brings you solace.

surged. “Waylen, you despicable

her hand and pressed it firmly against his strikingly handsome face, rendering Rena incapable of breaking free from his grasp,

was the dance of love between a man and a woman, a battle fought with

dare to

words hanging in the air, she slapped him

leaving only the sound of their gasps. After

tongue across his lips,

his head, yearning to kiss her. Yet, Rena resisted and

of blood mingled with

Waylen’s desire to conquer, He grew impatient, filled with eagerness

contain himself and couldn’t wait to find another setting as he claimed

fell

partially clothed, he still retained his impeccable attire. Unless she observed his

lingered, stretching out into a particularly prolonged

of relief. He scooped her up

Today was special.

he belonged entirely

heavy with unease after their passionate

Rena couldn’t shake off the feeling of discomfort, particularly Rena, who believed such intensity was

they had succumbed to

chill permeated Rena’s body, and she felt unwell. She yearned for a shower, but Waylen

he drew closer, pressing his lips against the back of her

whispered, “Don’t be so distant with

his suit pants from the edge of the bed, and a small

intentions and rose to her feet,

and she

a diamond ring in hand, he revealed,

burned with intensity as he fixed his eyes

her middle finger. Of course, it was

“It’s too small, not

deepened. “Perhaps it’ll fit your ring finger. Give it a

him. If she were sensible, she would accept his gesture happily and marry

was the

refused him when he presented

Waylen retained his charm,

but the memory of their passionate encounter lingered, and she didn’t

hadn’t used a condom in the

the ring back in the

a moment of silence, she spoke up. “I’m not

flush crept up his handsome face, and he coughed awkwardly before responding. “No

Rena remained concerned.

if she were to become pregnant, it would be fate, and she would

want her to take medication, so she would acquire it

succumbing to her wishes. “I’ll buy

nodded gratefully and politely replied, “Thank

his frustration

dressed, he pinched her chin and grumbled, “Sometimes I feel like you deny yourself the pleasure

expressed his frustration

be

and headed for the bathroom,

actions and words fueled Waylen’s desire for her even

This woman…

dressing, grabbed his wallet, and

a bath and attended to herself. Standing by the French window, she

behind him, poured her a glass of warm water, retrieved

Waylen embraced her gently, whispering into her ear, “Rena, am I not worth another chance? Have I

the water and pill, she experienced

much about the gender, but it’ll be better if it is a girl. She’d better get your brown hair and unlined face. We’ll raise her as a princess and won’t let anyone bully

Rena’s body stiffened.

a baby for me, Rena. I long for it

moment,

was Korbyn, speaking

return to

tried to take her own life. She took three sleeping pills and your mother

is having an affair, and

Waylen felt helpless.

sleeping pills even passed

was somehow involved in the matter, even if

lit a cigarette and sighed. “I have to go back

Rena overheard the conversation.

Cecilia, she suggested, “You

Rena as a faint smile appeared on his lips. After a long

opted not to respond. She lay down on the bed, closing

over her, causing

low voice, “We’ve done it a little too much and my

angry that she

very comfortable, but you have to pretend that you

long time.

was in

Waylen leaned in and kissed her, murmuring softly,

Don’t meet Tyrone.”

the Fowler residence, he sensed the oppressive atmosphere that had

of him, she approached as though she had found a savior and whispered, “Go and persuade your little sister. She hasn’t eaten anything all day and has

assuring her, “It’s okay. I’ll go check

Juliette’s eyes as

way upstairs, she stopped him, as if on

understood what Juliette wanted

to Dad

Cecilia lying on the bed, covering her

sat on the edge of the bed, attempting to pull

dying? What a survivor you are! But don’t suffocate yourself now. If news of such a twist were to

from beneath the quilt, throwing her arms around

distress, gently caressing her head and saying softly, “Are you attempting to harm yourself or

his embrace, Cecilia uttered softly,

“What’s wicked about me?”

had a relationship with Harold, and you didn’t tell me.

gently caressing his sister’s head, as a mischievous

relationship, but it doesn’t count. Rena’s first man

you meant to say that they weren’t in a real relationship because they didn’t have

course” expression, emphasizing. “A shared meal doesn’t equate to a relationship. By that logic, is

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