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

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

he and she were on the verge

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 first love. Isn’t that inequality? If we were an ordinary couple, we would have already engaged in fiery arguments. But we can’t, because you are Waylen. The same holds true for what transpired between Tyrone and Hyatt. You relish the control that your position affords you, while I, a mere nobody, am expected to

words, tears

that Joseph and Vera’s divorce

been

he had assisted

reached this point, they should cease discussing matters of

Waylen’s heart sank.

whisper, “Rena, do you wish to strike me? Like

anger surged. “Waylen, you despicable

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

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

think I won’t dare to strike

hanging in the air, she

the sound of their gasps. After a brief pause, Rena proceeded to graze his neck twice more,

his tongue across his lips, savoring the peculiar

gripped her waist tightly and lowered his head, yearning to kiss her. Yet,

of blood

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

find another setting as he

fell to the

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

intimate encounter lingered, stretching out

reached the climax that Rena felt a sense of relief. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards the

Today was special.

night, he belonged

was heavy with

particularly Rena,

succumbed to

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

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

be so distant with me,

over, he grabbed his suit pants from the edge of

her feet, declaring, “I’m going

she found herself enveloped

hand, he

burned with intensity as he fixed his eyes

it onto her middle finger. Of course, it was not

and remarked, “It’s too small, not quite

it’ll fit your

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

was the old

refused him when he presented the diamond ring for

Waylen retained his charm, her feelings toward him

the memory of their passionate encounter lingered, and

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

in

moment of silence, she spoke up. “I’m not in the safe

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

Rena remained concerned.

she were to become

didn’t want her to take medication,

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

nodded gratefully and politely

his frustration

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

his frustration

be

for the bathroom, declaring, “I don’t deny

fueled Waylen’s

This woman…

grabbed his wallet, and left to buy

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

behind him, poured her a glass of warm

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

was taken aback, and as she swallowed the water and pill, she experienced

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

Rena’s body stiffened.

I long for it with

tender moment, Waylen’s phone

Korbyn, speaking in a

return to Duefron

own life. She took three

“Harold is having an affair, and that woman came to

Waylen felt helpless.

pills even passed

that Rena was somehow involved in the matter, even if his father

“I have to go

Rena overheard the conversation.

her deep affection for Cecilia, she

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

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

over her, causing her to appear particularly

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

she threw a

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,

in a

Waylen leaned in and

Don’t meet Tyrone.”

entering the Fowler residence, he sensed the oppressive

affectionate 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

assuring her, “It’s

up in Juliette’s

as if on

Juliette wanted

everything to Dad later.” With that, Waylen ascended to the second

open, he found Cecilia lying on the bed, covering

attempting to pull the quilt away,

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

the quilt, throwing her

you attempting to harm

Cecilia uttered

“What’s wicked about me?”

a relationship with Harold, and you didn’t tell me. You even date her and want

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

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

meant to say that they

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

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