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.

fleeting smile graced Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler, is there something significant you wish

Waylen lifted his gaze.

instant, his expression shifted, warmth and

a smile. “Mr. Gordon, you can call me Waylen. I have

Financial Officer, I trust you’re well-acquainted with the details. And I… I share a close

this, Darren was

man in his right mind could be

he perceived Waylen as brash. Though he believed Waylen had feelings for Rena, the notion of Waylen aiding his rival in Love was inconceivable. Either he was mistaken, or Waylen was operating outside

his composure, sipping his tea with

you shouldn’t go

another

there’s a stipulation. You must depart from the Moore Group and join the Fowler

Darren’s surprise was evident.

spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an aging

with each passing moment as he studied the

had initially conceived. Certain figures sent shivers down his spine, evoking both anxiety and

his gaze, he fixated on

Waylen exuded an air of calm detachment, as if handling matters

“Mr. Gordon.”

of a billion dollars in less than four years. As for assigning blame… Do you have

One billion dollars…

clammy sweat coated Darren’s

struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless.

perceived Darren’s internal

“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 Moore Group will be fine, and you will have a bright future. It would be Like

in

certain measure

were based on reliable data, they

Darren hesitated.

“Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore

taunt, Darren’s resolve

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

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

by Waylen‘s taunt,

gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man

sand. “Business remains business I won’t

course. I don’t employ money to

from

carrying himself with greater poise. As a father, Darren yearned for

to chase after a man was hardly a dependable approach. After contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the

of

as Darren prepared to depart, Waylen personally ushered him out, an act of courtesy that deeply resonated with

question. When did you develop feelings for Rena? From what

sight… Darren

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

you might find this

that prying further from Waylen would

Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in silence, his gaze following

at Waylen. He had failed

hadn’t seen Darren the night he

rested on

Darren’s return to the company,

upon Rena‘s arrival, Darren hesitated to address her.

on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his

the cause. With a subtle sigh, she

from the bedroom, her surprise evident as she laid eyes on

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and Rena held affection for Harold, though

as she inquired.

a searing intensity sweeping

short pajama set at

her long, slender legs held an enchanting elegance. A cascade of thick brown hair framed her shoulders, while brown round-frame

She was beautiful.

estimation of her had been based solely

emerged, having expertly navigated the Moore

he once deemed her plain and indifferent, a captivating

once overlooked,

a characteristic flaw

soft but brimming with gravity. Rena, puzzled,

him to intervene, gently asserting, “Harold, Rena is not involved in

focus remained on

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

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

arm was suddenly

“Do you like him?”

momentarily befuddled. Though her longstanding affection for him was widely known, she had never

Harold, her entanglement with another had seemingly drawn

to extricate her arm, Rena faltered,

is willing to invest a billion dollars into the Moore Group on the condition

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manifested as a sharp rebuke. “Answer

Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what

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

Rena’s eyes. Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged

prolonged silence, Rena’s voice grew husky. “Before your inquiry, had you already considered

Harold stood taken aback.

features, for

a connection with Rena to secure Darren’s trust. Over the subsequent years, as

plan

averted and Rena’s well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold’s reactions had become

with a distinct purpose, he grappled with his own motives. Rena saw through his

of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily. “You

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