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?”

her delicate countenance and asked in a hoarse voice laced with a tinge of anguish, “Rena, do you still hold resentment toward me for what transpired

weight of such a night seemingly

he and she were on the verge

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

these words, tears

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

had been waiting

with him and he had assisted Vera. Some matters

they had reached this point, they should cease discussing matters

Waylen’s heart sank.

wish to strike me? Like any ordinary couple, slap me if it brings you

“Waylen, you

hand and pressed it firmly against his strikingly handsome face, rendering

a man and

won’t dare to strike you!” Rena

in the air, she slapped him across the

their gasps. After a

his tongue across his lips, savoring

her waist tightly and lowered his head, yearning to kiss her. Yet, Rena resisted and fiercely sank

of blood mingled

conquer, He grew impatient, filled with eagerness and

wait to find another setting as he claimed her in such

exquisite dress fell to the

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

lingered, stretching out into a particularly prolonged

sense of relief. He scooped her up in

Today was special.

this night, he belonged entirely

heavy with

particularly Rena, who believed such intensity was not suitable for

they had succumbed

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

movements, and he drew closer, pressing

be so distant with me,

from the edge

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

back, and she found herself enveloped

hand, he revealed, “52 carats.

burned with intensity as he

slid it onto her middle finger. Of course,

remarked, “It’s too small,

fit your ring finger. Give it

of flattery from him. If she were sensible, she would accept his gesture happily

that was the

have never refused him when he

although Waylen retained his charm, her feelings toward him

passionate encounter lingered, and she didn’t voice her

hadn’t used a condom in the heat of

back in the box

spoke up. “I’m

flush crept up his handsome face, and he coughed awkwardly before responding. “No need to take birth control pills. I

Rena remained concerned.

if she were to become pregnant, it

take medication,

pressed her, eventually succumbing to her wishes. “I’ll buy it

and politely replied, “Thank

chuckled, his

you deny yourself the pleasure you experience during sex. You’re one way during

expressed his frustration

be taken advantage

headed for the bathroom,

Waylen’s desire

This woman…

his wallet, and

attended to herself. Standing

of warm

swallowed the pill with a mixture of water, finding it somewhat bitter. Waylen embraced her gently, whispering into her ear, “Rena, am I not worth another chance? Have I been sentenced to death in

and as she swallowed the water

her tenderly, his fingers caressing the soft flesh behind her ear, as he softly added, “I want to be a father, Rena. I 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 face. We’ll raise her as a princess and won’t

Rena’s body stiffened.

me, Rena. I long for it with all my

this tender moment, Waylen’s

Korbyn, speaking in

return to

life. She took three sleeping pills and

“Harold is having an affair, and that woman came

Waylen felt helpless.

even passed as

was somehow involved in

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

Rena overheard the conversation.

for Cecilia, she

Rena as a faint smile appeared on his lips. After a long while, he inquired, “You care about her so

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

over her, causing her

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

that she threw a pillow to

his hand 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

time. At this moment, they seemed to go

was in a

and kissed her, murmuring softly, “I’m

Don’t meet Tyrone.”

boarded a private plane and returned to Duefron. Upon entering the Fowler residence, he sensed the oppressive atmosphere that

as though she had found a savior

assuring her, “It’s okay. I’ll

in Juliette’s eyes as she

she stopped him, as if on the verge of saying something, but ultimately

understood what Juliette

to Dad later.” With that,

Cecilia lying on the bed,

on the edge of the bed, attempting

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

quilt, throwing her arms

“Are you attempting to harm yourself or just trying to

uttered

“What’s wicked about me?”

and you didn’t tell me. You even date her and

the headboard, gently caressing his sister’s head, as a mischievous smile adorned

relationship, but it doesn’t count.

you meant to say that they weren’t in

adopted an “of course” expression, emphasizing. “A shared meal doesn’t equate to a relationship.

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