A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

She chuckled softly. “If she decides to be mean again, I’11 handle her, don’t you worry.”

The two friends shared a few more lighthearted moments before Vera turned her attention elsewhere, wondering about Joseph’s whereabouts.

Rena, a mix of annoyance and amusement, teased, “Focus on your own life, Vera. Don’t just keep an eye on me. I promise, I’m perfectly fine.”

Rena carried on with her routine, studying and Living as she always had.

She held onto a dream of pursuing further education in Braseovell, where the renowned pianist Lyndon Coleman resided.

The mere thought of the pianist brought to mind the captivating melody of the piano once played by Louis XII. Rena couldn’t help but wonder if that very piano was housed within Waylen’s domain. Would he actually allow her to play it?

Meanwhile, Waylen’s journey took him to Ypsila.

His purpose was clear. It was to acquire the Morning Dew piano.

Though the price was steep, Waylen knew Rena’s heart’s desire, and that was worth any cost.

Friday marked Waylen’s return.

As he reentered the law office, Jazlyn promptly approached him, relaying. “Mr. Fowler, Mr. Moore wishes to see you.”

Mr. Moore?

Harold Moore, perhaps?

Waylen took a moment to refresh himself with a glass of water. Sipping thoughtfully, he said, “Send him in.”

He added, “And contact Miss Gordon. Let her know I’ve invited her to see the piano. Find out if she’s interested.”

Jazlyn, always perceptive, recognized the significance of Waylen’s actions and offered a knowing smile.

Soon after, Harold entered the office.

While Harold was well-bred and striking in appearance, he paled in comparison to the presence exuded by Waylen.

As Harold stepped in, Waylen remained near the window, his gaze fixed on the outside world.

Harold, who was 22 years old, was not as mature as Waylen. He said in a hoarse voice, “I haven’t signed the investment document of one billion dollars yet.”

Waylen still didn’t turn around.

Unhurriedly, he inquired. “Harold, do you have genuine feelings for Rena?”

Harold hesitated, his internal struggle apparent.

The silence stretched between them until Waylen finally turned to face him.

Waylen’s voice remained measured as he continued, “You can’t even admit your own feelings. How then can you discuss this with me? If we’re both vying for Rena’s affections, then at least we’re on an equal playing tield. We both desire her.”

Harold was moved, realizing that Waylen‘s concern for Rena ran deeper than he had assumed.

Waylen had a genuine affection for her

Waylen, perceptive as ever, recognized Harold’s emotions

He smiled ruefully, grateful for Harold’s unspoken contributions. Before Harold passed away, he entrusted Harrison with Rena’s protection. In this dream, Waylen bore no resentment towards Harold. Taking a seat, Waylen motioned for Harold to do the same.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on Waylen’s profile.

After a contemplative pause, Waylen began speaking, his voice steady.

“Harold, wouldn’t it be wiser to let go of Rena after signing the billion-dollar contract? It would secure the Moore Group’s future, sparing you from disappointing a woman who genuinely loves you. Your relationship with Darren would remain intact.”

Harold’s complexion paled. Never had he imagined that his carefully laid plan would be unraveled by the man before him.

For the first time, Harold found himself unnerved. “What are you implying, Mr. Fowler?”

Waylen calmly retrieved a cigarette, igniting it with practiced ease. After a deliberate inhale, he exhaled a plume of smoke, his smile enigmatic. “You understand me well enough, Harold. Don’t ask how I’ve come to know. I bear no ill wilt.”

In essence, they were romantic rivals.

Waylen’s contemplations led him to believe that 22-year-old Harold would prioritize power over a romantic relationship with Rena.

Would you spare me a cigarette?” Harold’s request broke the silence. “Of course,” Waylen responded, extending the gesture with graceful ease.

Harold accepted the offered cigarette, ignited it, and took a deep drag. Waylen’s words held undeniable truth. Men should know what path to choose. It was clear that beyond securing the billion-dollar investment, Harold could forge connections with the influential Fowler family, achieving multiple goals in one stroke.

Harold smoked in contemplative silence, acknowledging the wisdom in Waylen’s assessment.

Standing up, he said calmly, “Thank you, Mr. Fowler. Here’s to a fruitful collaboration.”

Waylen remained seated, his gaze fixed on Harold.

Despite being the same age as the man in front of him, Waylen harbored a somber understanding that, in reality, Harold had passed away.

Harold assumed Waylen was putting on airs, yet Waylen rose and extended his hand, a gesture of respect that puzzled Harold. Waylen’s voice, laden with a quiet sincerity, reached Harold. “Harold, thank you.” Harold’s confusion deepened.

He didn’t understand what Waylen meant.

Waylen’s smile held an affectionate warmth as he said, “You have a nephew named Harrison, right? He is really a lovable boy.”

Harrison…

Harold found himself further perplexed.

Waylen’s smile remained genuine as he shared. “Harrison is merely thirteen years old. When Rena and I marry, I intend to take him as my godson.”

Harold couldn’t figure out what Waylen meant.

Mumbling his gratitude, Harold made his exit.

As the door swung open, a strikingly beautiful girl entered the room. Harold recognized her immediately.

It was Cecilia Fowler, the daughter of the Fowler family.

Cecilia’s gaze lingered on Harold for a moment before she nodded at him and then turned her attention to Waylen.

“Waylen, who was that?”

With a sisterly gesture, Cecilia embraced Waylen, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

Waylen turned to look at her, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Caught your interest, did he? Do you find him appealing?”

Cecilia’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink.

for you, Cecilia. If you dare to pursue him privately, be prepared for the

flared, evident

brother had been involved with a girl recently, she couldn’t help but protest

where he pulled up a news article from

quite young, his elegance

on his lips.

of Mark, a mix of fascination and skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen, this

demeanor,

in

offered a bashful smile, a mixture of disbelief and flattery coloring her

couldn’t resist the urge to ask, “Am I better than Rena?” Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender as he replied,

with affection for

embrace, her arms reaching out in an unspoken plea for reassurance.

Their Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered the room,

Miss Gordon… She declined

character better than anyone. Turning to his sister, he handed her his phone, a request embedded within his action. “Cecilia, could you help me contact

with a challenge, her tone defiant as

was tender yet playful

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was that Cecilia could potentially court Rena’s uncle, get married, and ultimately give

a soft, skeptical snort, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Waylen, don’t think you can outsmart me. I know exactly what you’re scheming. You plan to use my identity as a girl to set up a rendezvous with Rena, only to conveniently send me away,

Right.

accusation, his demeanor composed. Adjusting his tie with

a mischievous smile as she dialed the number, muttering to herself, “It seems even my brother has someone he can’t quite

had heard whispers of her brother’s pursuit of a girl named

gifted student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano skills were widely

fell in line with Waylen’s taste. A perfect

Rena directly declined the invitation. “Mr.

Waylen, who

Yes, Waylen’s sister. You can just call me Cecilia. Actually, I’m the one who extended the invitation. I share your passion for playing the piano. Please, come over. If it’s inconvenient for you,

was taken aback by

had it that Cecilia had a knack for

flair for coquettishness, her sweet

Cecilia discovered Rena’s

the phone, Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen,

got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a photo of Mark.

her true desire. “I want to

to have Cecilia tag along, Waylen

style resonated with Rena,

the clock struck four in the afternoon which signalled the

at the school gates,

stop before her,

invitation caught Rena off

herself face to face with Waylen as he emerged from the driver’s seat. His gesture,

and entered the car, settling into

initiated a lively

encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating a palpable

sensed the unease in the

light turned red, he cast a

side of her he hadn’t witnessed before. Waylen’s lips curved into a

his charisma and good Looks. Rena felt

too, detected the

she couldn’t

car arrived at the entrance of Waylen’s apartment building.

door swung open, revealing a blue vase atop

and her gaze landed on the piano once played by

had

mirrored her own desires, resembling the

herself drawn to the vase, her fingers grazing its

it appealing?” A voice behind

jolted Rena, causing her

her gaze, his handsome features

her with his

threatening to buckle beneath her. Honesty compelled her to speak. “I do like this style of decor. It’s strangely

hinted

yet he restrained himself, recognizing that the timing

graced his lips as he responded, “As long as

to meet his

Cecilia. “Weren’t you going to show me the

to be so different. It was all black and white, cold and distant… But recently, Waylen inexplicably redecorated it. I

delicate atmosphere between the

cast a curious glance at

removed his coat in the hallway before following

confidence with every step he took. His handsome features

placed his hand on her shoulder, his tone casual as he suggested, “Do you like it?

his words. The piano held a beautiful tale, a treasure she

poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of longing. “I’d Like

mist, and Rena looked sideways at

skipped a

feeling surged

did Waylen seem to know her so

Had

claim her emerged in his eyes. Her tender and determined visage, reminiscent

fingers began to dance upon

flawlessly, her foot no Longer hampered by injury. Every note

Jarrod’s words surged through his consciousness, returning his

his memories

piano performance, even his eyes

Rena might not have suffered regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill her dreams. Perhaps by now,

safe

was hauntingly familiar,

moved behind her, his warm palms

was

memory had been a constant presence, even affecting her appetite. Yet now, her heart seemed firmly ensnared by the man

Rena’s resistance dissolved as Waylen lowered his head, his Lips brushing against her ear as he

tensed, a sensation entirely new

never been this close to

as she responded, I didn’t

pressed his face into her cascading brown hair, embracing

a mixture of

What were they doing?

suddenly

slipped into the kitchen, her thoughts centered on finding something to eat. As she rummaged around, her eyes fell upon a brand new air