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.

Darren’s lips as he inquired. “Mr. Fowler,

Waylen lifted his gaze.

and geniality sweeping over his

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

cut to the chase, his smile unwavering. “There’s financial information pertaining to the Moore Group. As the 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 to assist the

Darren was

in his right

had heard of the emerging legal talent before him, and 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

his composure, sipping his tea with

offered, “Waylen, you shouldn’t

slid another

dollars in the Moore Group. However, there’s a stipulation.

Darren’s surprise was evident.

billion dollars. Waylen was prepared to spend such an exorbitant sum on him, an

astonishment grew with each passing moment as he studied

he had initially conceived.

fixated on Waylen, his

an air of calm

“Mr. Gordon.”

will fall into a financial hole of a billion dollars

One billion dollars…

sweat

the chief financial officer of the Moore Group, the responsibility would inevitably fall on his shoulders. Yet, he struggled to believe the Moore family could be so ruthless. Having

perceived Darren’s

merely the prologue. If we intervene in time, repercussions can be averted. The Moore Group will be fine, and

was skilled in the art

felt a certain measure of

reliable data, they forecasted

Darren hesitated.

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

taunt, Darren’s resolve

his glass in a single gulp. Setting it down, he studied the young man before him, a mere

Waylen approached, eyes shining. “Mr. Gordon, you’re a friend of the Moore family. This is your opportunity to assist them, isn’t

Waylen‘s taunt,

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

“Business remains business I won’t meddle in Rena’s romantic life. Her

“Of course. I

scrutinized Waylen from head

carrying himself with

contemplation, Darren appended his signature to the

he would assume the mantle of chief financial officer at the

of courtesy that deeply resonated with Darren. A noble

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

sight…

Waylen’s smile remained enigmatic.

“Mr. Gordon, you might find

brow, aware that prying

Darren’s departure, Waylen stood in silence, his

at Waylen. He had failed

seen Darren

blame rested on Waylen’s

the company, he attended

arrival, Darren hesitated to address her. Before he could decide, the doorbell

on the threshold. Though visibly distressed, he struggled to maintain his composure. “I’m here to see

and Eloise astutely surmised the cause. With a subtle sigh, she granted

emerged from the bedroom, her surprise

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held

momentarily dazed, her voice soft as she inquired.

bore into Rena, a searing intensity sweeping over her from head

at home, Rena exuded a delicate

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

She was beautiful.

her had been based solely on

expertly navigated the Moore Group’s tribulations, Harold found himself scrutinizing Rena

indifferent,

delectable cake, which he had once overlooked, seemed destined for

from Rena, a characteristic

but brimming

him to intervene, gently asserting,

unwavering focus

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

donned a knitted

stairs, Rena’s arm was suddenly seized by

“Do you like him?”

him was widely known, she had never

logically concern Harold, her entanglement with another had

extricate her arm, Rena faltered,

condition that Mr.

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sharp rebuke. “Answer me.” The

blinked, her realization dawning that Harold’s ego had been stung, prompting his unanticipated visit. But what

intentions? You know I harbor feelings

eyes. Two youthful souls, equally impassioned, exchanged tense

silence, Rena’s voice grew husky. “Before your inquiry, had

Harold stood taken aback.

his features, for Rena had gleaned

trust. Over the subsequent years,

however, his plan lay

Rena’s well-being

he grappled with his own motives. Rena saw through

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

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