A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1381-1390

A reassuring pat on her back, his voice gentle as he said, “I won’t continue.”

Rena’s heart brimmed with a sense of injustice.

In an unexpected turn, she came to the realization that she had initiated the embrace herself. Shame mingled with anger, prompting her to retort, “Then clarify our romantic involvement.”

A soft chuckle escaped Waylen’s Lips.

As he stood, his fingers adeptly straightened his shirt with an air of nonchalance.

He exuded an aura of refined arrogance, a polished exterior concealing a darker nature.

Returning to his desk, he dialed an internal number. “Jazlyn, handle the online matters. Rena seems upset.”

Rena was taken aback. What did he mean by her being upset?

It was far too vague.

Waylen concluded the call, his demeanor elegant as he inquired. “Is everything satisfactory now?”

Summoning her courage, Rena said, “You… Just now… Promise me you won’t reveal what transpired between us just now.”

Waylen’s gaze fell as he ignited a cigarette.

His eyes, however, remained fixed on her, a hint of disdain touching his features. “Are you worried that Harold will grow angry and abandon you?”

Rena’s lips tightened.

Suddenly, Waylen extinguished his cigarette and adopted a gentler tone. “Rena, in a genuine love, there’s a balance of giving and taking. If Harold truly cares for you, why does he hold back and leave you hanging? Are you certain that this fleeting affection amounts to love?” Love demanded reciprocity.

Rena’s eyes welled with tears.

Waylen’s concern for her was evident as he continued, “It’s wiser to seek someone who genuinely appreciates you than to cling to a hopeless relationship.”

Someone who truly cared for her?

Rena regarded Waylen warily…

Yet, Waylen met her gaze unwaveringly. He possessed a striking handsomeness and an air of refinement that left Rena feeling inadequate. She quickly averted her eyes, whispering, “I’m leaving.”

Before she could reach the door, Waylen’s hand closed around the handle.

His towering figure cast a shadow over the young woman as he spoke with tenderness. “You endured silently, even when you were bullied. Your heart is so tender. How can you continue with the relentless Harold?” Time was running out for the Moore Group.

Soon, the Gordon family would be ensnared in Harold’s trap…

Rena pushed Waylen aside. “It’s none of your concern.”

Yet, Waylen’s gaze lingered, his voice adopting a softer tone. “Visit my apartment this weekend. Allow me to treat you to dinner. I possess a “Morning Dew’ piano. Wouldn’t you Like to play it for yourself?”

The ‘Morning Dew’ piano?

The one favored by Louis XII?

It was a temptation Rena found hard to resist.

Observing her inner struggle, Waylen smiled. “The choice is yours to make.”

Within Rena’s heart, a resolve took root. She would never set foot in his apartment.

But could it be true? Did he truly possess that piano in his abode? Rumors had pegged its value at around twenty million dollars.

Rena departed, her presence leaving a lingering ache in the air. Waylen retraced his steps to claim Rena’s untouched coffee, taking measured sips until half of it was consumed.

While lost in his thoughts, Jazlyn entered the office.

Waylen’s voice dipped to a hushed murmur. “Contact the auction house for me. I want to acquire the ‘Morning Dew’ piano, regardless of the cost. Have it delivered to my apartment in Duefron before the weekend.” Jazlyn was certain her boss had fallen in love.

Hadn’t he just broken up with his girlfriend?

How had he managed to regain his senses so swiftly?

Waylen cast a glance at Jazlyn, inquiring. “Will it pose a challenge?” Jazlyn hastened to reply, “No, I’ll handle it.”

Cradling the coffee cup, Waylen approached the French window with deliberate steps. His voice dipped even lower, a shadow of intensity woven into his words. “Dig into the financial records of the Moore Group. Unearth any compromising evidence. Additionally, arrange a meeting with Darren Gordon, the Moore Group’s financial officer.” Darren Gordon of the Moore Group?

Jazlyn’s brows knitted in puzzlement.

Waylen raised a placating hand, signaling her not to delve further.

As Jazlyn exited, Waylen remained solitary, a sense of solitude settling around him.

In this dream, events from ten years ago were occurring, and he alone held the script of fate, privy to both past and future. The woman he yearned for stood before him, yet he found himself resorting to every means to draw her near.

The impulsive kiss he had stolen from Rena weighed heavily on his conscience.

Furthermore, he bore a debt owed to Harold, one he was intent on repaying. And then there was Darren.

Waylen’s eyes slitted, his anticipation for the next encounter with Rena palpable. He yearned to possess her, by any means necessary, to bring his dream to a close and finally take her home.

Fueled by ten years of rigorous training, Waylen executed his plans unflinchingly, fulfilling his objectives that day.

Four o’clock in the afternoon arrived.

As appointed, Darren entered a club and pushed open the door to the private room.

Waylen sat alone, a formidable stack of documents before him. His demeanor exuded an air of aloof professionalism, a stark departure from the affable young man of the previous night.

“Mr. Fowler, is there something

Waylen lifted his gaze.

warmth and geniality sweeping over his features once

a smile. “Mr. Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with you.

Chief Financial Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I share a close connection with Rena. She holds affection for Harold, quite devotedly. So I wish

Darren was

in his right

he perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen

his composure, sipping his

“Waylen, you

another document

Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation. You must depart from the Moore Group

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an

private room, Darren’s astonishment grew with each passing moment as he

he had initially conceived. Certain

his gaze, he fixated on Waylen, his

calm

“Mr. Gordon.”

this trajectory, I predict the Moore Group will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do you

One billion dollars…

sweat coated

Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore

Darren’s

red wine, handing one to Darren. “Mr. Gordon, take a sip to steady yourself. In truth, this is a minor hiccup. It’s merely the prologue. If we intervene in time, repercussions can be averted. The

skilled in

felt a certain measure of

based on reliable data,

Darren hesitated.

shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This is your

by Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

in a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man before him, a mere 25 years old

Waylen approached, eyes shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This is your

Waylen‘s taunt, Darren’s

glass in a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man

remains business I won’t meddle in Rena’s romantic

course. I don’t employ money

scrutinized Waylen from head

conceded that Waylen surpassed Harold in many aspects, carrying himself with greater poise. As a father,

a woman to chase after a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the contract, solidifying a billion-dollar

would assume the mantle of chief

depart, Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble gesture from a high-born man was not to be taken

moment’s hesitation, Darren inquired. “Waylen, I have a question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what I know, your paths haven’t

first sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

you

aware that prying

Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following

at Waylen. He

hadn’t seen Darren the night he passed

rested on Waylen’s

company, he

hesitated to address her. Before he

Though visibly distressed, he struggled to

Eloise astutely surmised the cause.

bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid

Chapter: 1387

relationship, and Rena held affection for Harold, though their connection was

stood momentarily dazed, her voice soft as she inquired. “You’ve come

Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from head to

a short pajama set at

an alluring tenderness, and her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed

She was beautiful.

Harold’s estimation of her had been based

navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a

had once overlooked, seemed

from Rena, a characteristic flaw often

he said, his voice soft but brimming with gravity.

intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not

unwavering focus remained

enunciated, “Mr. Gordon, I wish to converse with

this unexpected predicament. Rena retreated to her room and donned a knitted coat before reappearing. In a hushed tone, she said,

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

affection for him was widely known, she had never acted on

might not logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had

her arm, Rena faltered, met with

on the condition that Mr. Gordon joins the Fowler Group. Is

Chapter: 1388

was stunned. Harold’s wounded pride manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The hold on Rena’s

Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what was their relationship? And

sought to clarify the situation. “What about you, Harold? What are your intentions? You know

Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged tense

Rena’s voice grew husky. “Before your

Harold stood taken aback.

across his features, for Rena

the subsequent

however, his plan

Group’s crisis had been averted and Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold’s reactions had

he grappled with his own motives. Rena saw

of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence,

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