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?”

a gentle touch, Waylen caressed her delicate countenance and asked in a hoarse voice laced with a tinge of anguish, “Rena, do you still

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

and she were

and I had to witness you repeatedly seeking out Elvira. Instead of lamenting, I was forced to leave Duefron behind to fulfill your desires and your

these words, tears welled up in Rena’s

and Vera’s divorce

had been

that, she had pleaded with him and he had assisted Vera.

this point, they should

Waylen’s heart sank.

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

surged. “Waylen,

his strikingly handsome face, rendering Rena incapable of breaking free from his grasp, no matter how

and a

won’t dare to strike you!” Rena

the air, she slapped him across

had frozen, leaving only the sound of their gasps.

tongue across his lips, savoring the peculiar

to kiss

subtle scent of blood

of aggression ignited Waylen’s desire to conquer, He grew impatient, filled with

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

exquisite dress fell

remained partially clothed, he still retained his impeccable attire. Unless she observed his expression, she wouldn’t realize the

time, their intimate encounter lingered, stretching out into a

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom, their lips locked in

Today was special.

night, he belonged entirely

heavy with

the feeling of discomfort, particularly Rena, who believed

had succumbed to

yearned for a

closer, pressing his lips against the back

whispered, “Don’t be

he grabbed his suit pants from the edge of the bed, and a small box fell

his intentions and rose to her feet, declaring, “I’m going to take

back, and she found herself enveloped in his

he revealed, “52

intensity as

it onto her middle

“It’s too small, not quite

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

as a rare display of flattery from him. If she were sensible, she would

was

that fateful Valentine’s Day, she would have never refused him when he presented the diamond

although Waylen retained his charm,

their passionate encounter lingered,

a condom in the heat of the moment. Worried, she

the ring back in the box and closed

spoke up. “I’m not in the

A flush crept up his handsome face, and he coughed

Rena remained concerned.

to

to take medication, so she would acquire

he pressed her, eventually succumbing to

nodded gratefully and politely

his frustration

feel like you deny yourself the pleasure you experience during sex.

his frustration

to be taken advantage

quilt in front of him and headed for the bathroom, declaring, “I don’t

words fueled Waylen’s desire for her

This woman…

completed dressing, grabbed his wallet, and left to buy the

taken a bath and attended to herself. Standing

him, poured her a glass of warm water, retrieved a pill, and handed

swallowed the pill with a mixture of water, finding it somewhat bitter. Waylen embraced her gently, whispering into her ear, “Rena, am I not

she swallowed the water and pill, she experienced

ear, as he softly added, “I want to be a father, Rena. I don’t care much about the gender,

Rena’s body stiffened.

a baby for me, Rena. I long for it with

this tender moment,

Korbyn, speaking in

to

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

happened?” “Harold is having an affair, and that woman came

Waylen felt helpless.

taking three sleeping pills even passed

be resolved. Waylen had a hunch that Rena was somehow involved in the matter, even if his father hadn’t

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

Rena overheard the conversation.

Cecilia, she suggested, “You should stay with

lips. After a long while, he inquired,

She lay down on the bed, closing

her, causing her

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

so angry that she threw a pillow

put his hand into the quilt to tease her. “Don’t be goody-two-shoes. You were also very comfortable, but you have to pretend

hadn’t talked to her like this for a long time. At this moment, they seemed to

was in a

resist, Waylen leaned in and kissed her,

Don’t meet Tyrone.”

Duefron. Upon entering the Fowler

Juliette, caught sight 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

“It’s okay.

Juliette’s eyes as

if on the verge of saying something, but ultimately remained

understood what Juliette wanted

her, “Mom, I’ll explain everything to Dad later.” With that, Waylen ascended to the second

the door open, he found Cecilia lying on the bed,

of the bed, attempting

survivor you are! But don’t suffocate yourself now. If news of

from beneath the quilt, throwing her arms

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

uttered softly, “Waylen, you’re

“What’s wicked about me?”

tell me. You even

headboard, gently caressing his sister’s head, as a

it doesn’t count. Rena’s

“So, you meant to say that they weren’t in

“of course” expression, emphasizing. “A shared meal doesn’t equate to a relationship. By that logic, is Dad in a relationship with the servants he dines

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