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 hoarse voice laced with a

the weight of such a

she were on the

turned to meet his gaze and spoke with a soft yet resolute voice. “I am bothered by what happened to Tyrone, and it has nothing to do with our relationship but it does speak of the disparity in our status… Just as you’re aware, I was on the verge of departing for Flirean at that time. I couldn’t hold onto you, and I had to witness you repeatedly seeking out Elvira. Instead of lamenting, I was

uttered these words, tears

Rena had long believed that Joseph and Vera’s divorce was an unattainable

been waiting for

with him and he had assisted Vera.

reached this point,

Waylen’s heart sank.

“Rena, do you wish to strike me? Like any ordinary couple, slap me

anger surged. “Waylen, you despicable

strikingly handsome face, rendering

was the dance of love between a man and a woman,

I won’t dare to strike you!” Rena

those words hanging in the air,

that vast expanse, it felt as though time had frozen, leaving only the sound of their gasps. After a brief pause, Rena proceeded to graze his neck

his tongue across his lips, savoring the peculiar

his head, yearning to kiss her. Yet, Rena

subtle scent of blood mingled with

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

and couldn’t wait to find another setting as he claimed her in such a primal

exquisite dress fell to

attire. Unless she observed his expression,

encounter lingered, stretching out

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

Today was special.

this night, he belonged

heavy with unease after their

shake off the feeling of discomfort, particularly Rena, who believed such intensity

succumbed to

she felt unwell. She yearned for a shower, but Waylen held her

her movements, and he drew closer, pressing his lips against the

whispered, “Don’t be so distant with

pants from the edge of the bed, and a small

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

her back, and she found herself enveloped

ring in hand, he revealed, “52 carats.

burned with intensity as he fixed

the ring and gently slid it onto her middle finger. Of course, it

remarked, “It’s too small, not quite

fit your ring finger. Give it a

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

that was the

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

although Waylen retained his charm, her

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

that he hadn’t used a condom in the heat of the moment. Worried, she

in the box and closed

she spoke up. “I’m not in the

face, and he coughed awkwardly before responding. “No need to take birth

Rena remained concerned.

wasn’t particularly religious, she believed that if she were to

her to take medication, so she would acquire it

succumbing to her wishes. “I’ll buy it

and politely replied,

chuckled, his

he pinched her chin and grumbled, “Sometimes I feel like you deny yourself the pleasure you experience during sex. You’re one way during the

his

refused to be

the quilt in front of him and headed for the bathroom, declaring, “I don’t deny it. It’s indeed very

fueled Waylen’s desire

This woman…

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

had already taken a bath and attended to herself. Standing by

closed the door behind him, poured her a glass of warm water, retrieved a pill,

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

taken aback, and as she swallowed the water and pill, she experienced a pang

don’t care much about the gender, but it’ll be better if it is a girl. She’d better get your brown hair and unlined

Rena’s body stiffened.

a baby for me, Rena. I long for

this tender moment, Waylen’s

was Korbyn, speaking in a stern

return to

She took three sleeping pills and your mother

having an affair, and that woman

Waylen felt helpless.

sleeping pills even passed as attempt

a hunch that Rena was somehow involved in the matter, even

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

Rena overheard the conversation.

Cecilia, she suggested, “You should stay with

a faint smile appeared on his lips. After a long while, he inquired, “You

to respond. She lay down on

washed over her, causing her

“We’ve

angry that she threw

into the quilt to tease her. “Don’t be goody-two-shoes. You were also very comfortable, but you have to pretend that you don’t care about it. Just admit

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

was in a

resist, Waylen leaned in and kissed her, murmuring

Don’t meet Tyrone.”

returned to Duefron. Upon entering the Fowler residence, he

though she had found a savior and whispered, “Go and persuade your little sister. She hasn’t eaten anything all

his mother, assuring her, “It’s

in Juliette’s

as if on the verge of

understood what Juliette wanted to

and reassured her, “Mom, I’ll explain everything to Dad later.” With

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

on the edge of the bed, attempting to

are! But don’t suffocate yourself now. If news of such a twist were to spread, it would

quilt, throwing her

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

embrace, Cecilia uttered softly, “Waylen, you’re

“What’s wicked about me?”

didn’t tell me.

reclined against the headboard, gently caressing his sister’s head, as

it doesn’t count. Rena’s

they weren’t in a real

“A shared meal doesn’t equate to a relationship. By that logic, is Dad

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