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?”

voice laced with a

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

he and she were on the verge

that time. I couldn’t hold onto you, 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 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,

words, tears welled up in

Vera’s divorce was an

had been

with him and he had assisted Vera. Some matters were better left

had reached this point, they should cease

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

surged. “Waylen, you

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

man and a woman,

I won’t dare to strike you!” Rena declared

words hanging in the air, she

gasps. After a brief pause, Rena proceeded to graze his neck twice

his lips, savoring the

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

blood mingled with

of aggression ignited Waylen’s desire to conquer,

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

exquisite dress fell to the

Unless she observed his expression, she wouldn’t realize the

intimate encounter lingered, stretching out into a particularly

that Rena felt a sense of relief. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom, their

Today was special.

night, he

air was heavy with unease after their passionate

feeling of discomfort, particularly Rena, who believed such

had succumbed to their

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

drew closer, pressing

“Don’t be

the edge of the bed, and a

rose to her feet, declaring, “I’m going to take a

her back, and she

hand, he

as he fixed his eyes on

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

and remarked, “It’s

your ring finger. Give it

recognized this as a rare display of flattery from him. If she were sensible, she would accept his gesture happily and marry

that was the

would have never refused him when he presented the diamond ring for her

now, although Waylen retained his charm, her

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

the heat of the moment. Worried, she decided to purchase contraception

placed the ring back in the box and closed

a moment of silence, she spoke up.

crept up his handsome face, and he coughed awkwardly before responding. “No need to take birth control pills. I didn’t

Rena remained concerned.

believed that if she were to become

to take medication, so she would

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

and

his

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

expressed his frustration

to be taken advantage

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

actions and words fueled Waylen’s desire

This woman…

grabbed his wallet, and

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

a glass of warm water, retrieved a

pill with a mixture of water, finding it somewhat bitter. Waylen embraced her gently, whispering into her ear, “Rena,

as she swallowed the water and pill, she experienced a pang of

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

Rena’s body stiffened.

Rena. I

this tender moment, Waylen’s

Korbyn, speaking in a stern

to

her own life. She took three

an

Waylen felt helpless.

sleeping pills even passed

needed to be resolved. Waylen had a hunch that Rena was somehow involved in the

cigarette and sighed. “I have to go back

Rena overheard the conversation.

Cecilia, she suggested, “You should stay with

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

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

her, causing her to

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

angry that she threw a pillow

you have to pretend that you don’t care about it. Just admit it, where else can you enjoy

a long time. At this moment, they seemed to go back to

was in a

resist, Waylen leaned in and kissed her, murmuring softly,

Don’t meet Tyrone.”

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

a savior and whispered, “Go and

assuring her, “It’s

in Juliette’s

upstairs, she stopped him, as if on

what Juliette

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

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

the edge of the bed, attempting to pull the quilt

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

quilt, throwing her arms

head and saying softly, “Are you attempting to harm yourself or just

uttered

“What’s wicked about me?”

with Harold, and you didn’t tell me. You

gently caressing his sister’s

it

skeptical. “So, you meant to say that they weren’t in a real relationship because

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

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