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.

“He’s not the right fit for you, Cecilia. If you dare to pursue him privately, be prepared for the

evident in her

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

arms encircled his sister in an affectionate gesture. His eyes shifted to the computer, where he pulled up a news article from Czanch, The subject of the

elegance and

teasing smile playing on his lips. “How about this one? Doesn’t he

of fascination and skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen, this is Mr. Evans from Czanch. How could he

demeanor, Waylen’s intentions

voice soft and reassuring. “Cecilia, in my eyes, you’re

a bashful smile, a mixture of disbelief and

ask, “Am I better than Rena?” Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender as he replied, “Such a comparison

heart swelled with affection

in an unspoken plea for reassurance. Her voice carried a soft

Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered the room, her lips

declined the

character better than anyone. Turning to his sister, he handed her his phone, a request

her tone defiant as

playful as he

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court Rena’s uncle, get married, and ultimately give birth to

you’re scheming. You plan to use my identity as a

Right.

the accusation, his demeanor composed. Adjusting his tie with a graceful

the number, muttering to herself, “It

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

conservatory, Rena’s piano skills

Rena, Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in

the invitation. “Mr. Fowler, I’ve already declined your

turned to her brother, Waylen, who offered

said, “Hello, this is Cecilia Fowler… Yes, Waylen’s sister. You can just call me Cecilia. Actually, I’m the one who extended

of the Line, Rena was taken aback by

it that Cecilia had a knack for swiftly warming up

flair for coquettishness, her sweet words left Rena

Cecilia discovered Rena’s class

the phone, Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen, what’s my reward for

quickly jotting down a sum. Ten million. He tore the check and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a photo of Mark. Don’t forget to place it above your bed.

expressing her true desire. “I

tag along, Waylen reconsidered and agreed to

resonated with Rena,

four in the afternoon which signalled the end of Rena’s

at the school gates,

to cross the street. However, the car came to a stop before her, its

invitation caught

the driver’s seat. His gesture, opening the back door for her, spoke volumes.

complied and entered the car, settling into

immediately, Cecilia initiated a lively

encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating

unease in the

light turned red, he cast a brief

moment, Rena’s gaze remained clear and earnest, a side of her he hadn’t witnessed before. Waylen’s

that showcased both his charisma and good Looks. Rena felt a flush creeping onto her cheeks, an unexpected response to

detected the subtle

her brother, she couldn’t help

at the entrance of Waylen’s apartment building.

apartment’s door swung open, revealing a blue vase atop

the baroque-style decor, and her gaze landed on the piano once played by Louis II. A

as though she had lived in this

ambiance mirrored her own desires,

in her thoughts, Rena found herself drawn to the vase,

you find it appealing?” A voice behind her

Rena, causing her to

presence met her gaze, his handsome

her with

beneath her. Honesty compelled her to speak. “I do like this style of decor.

expression hinted at her

close was palpable, yet he restrained

smile graced his lips as he responded, “As

unable to

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

playfully dragging Rena along. “This place used to be so different. It was all black and white,

created a delicate atmosphere between

help but cast a curious glance at

gracefully removed his coat in the

gazing at him. Waylen exuded a magnetic confidence with every step he took. His handsome features were enough to captivate

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

a flutter of flattery at his words. The piano held a beautiful tale,

poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice

with mist, and

skipped

feeling

Waylen seem to know

Had

fervent desire to claim her emerged in his eyes.

began to

her foot no Longer hampered by injury. Every note

drifted into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged through his

Waylen, his memories reclaimed in

piano performance, even his

opportunity to fulfill her dreams. Perhaps by now, she could have become a renowned pianist on

now was to ensure her safe

hauntingly familiar, tugging at

her, his warm palms gently settling on her slender shoulders, drawing

was enough to

Days prior, Harold’s memory had been a constant presence, even affecting her appetite. Yet now, her heart seemed firmly ensnared by the

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

body tensed, a sensation

this close to a man

voice trembled as she responded, I didn’t

embracing the softness. It had

Cecilia observed with a mixture of amusement and

What were they doing?

he suddenly

around, her eyes fell upon a brand