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,

irritation flared, evident in her

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

up a news article from Czanch, The subject

had been quite young, his elegance

pointed to the screen, a teasing smile playing on his

her gaze.

demeanor, Waylen’s intentions were

“Cecilia, in my eyes, you’re incomparable. No one can hold a candle to

bashful smile, a mixture of disbelief and flattery coloring

Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender

with affection

unspoken plea for

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

declined

anyone. Turning to his sister, he handed her his phone, a request embedded within his action. “Cecilia, could

Waylen’s suggestion, Cecilia countered with a challenge, her tone defiant as she asked, “Alright, but what’s in it

tender yet playful as he

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potentially court Rena’s uncle, get married, and ultimately

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

Right.

away from the accusation, his demeanor composed. Adjusting his

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

of her brother’s pursuit

gifted student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano

Rena, Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in line

directly declined the

to her brother, Waylen, who offered her a reassuring

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

of the Line, Rena was taken aback

a knack for swiftly warming up to new

for coquettishness, her sweet words left Rena Little

discovered Rena’s

the phone, Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen,

and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a photo of

desire.

have Cecilia tag along,

with Rena, making her presence a welcome

music school, the clock struck four in the afternoon which signalled the end

Continental GT pulled up at the

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

invitation caught Rena off

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

and entered the car, settling into

initiated a lively

first encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity

sensed the unease in

traffic light turned red, he cast a brief glance in the rearview mirror, his

remained clear and earnest, a side of

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

detected the

brother, she

apartment building. As Waylen parked the car, Cecilia looped her arm through Rena’s, Leading

door swung open, revealing a blue vase atop the entrance

in the baroque-style decor, and her gaze landed on the piano once played by Louis II. A sense of familiarity washed over

as though she had lived in this

own desires, resembling

herself drawn to the vase,

appealing?” A voice behind her

sound jolted Rena, causing

her gaze,

stared at her

compelled her to speak. “I do

hinted

her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself,

as he responded, “As long

to meet his

she turned to Cecilia. “Weren’t you going to

to be so different. It was all black and white, cold and distant… But recently,

delicate atmosphere between the

cast a

coat in the hallway before following

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

on her shoulder, his tone casual

flutter of flattery at his words. The piano held a

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

suffused with mist, and Rena looked sideways at

heart skipped a

same feeling

did Waylen seem to know

Had he investigated

emerged in his eyes. Her tender and

Rena’s fingers began to dance upon

hampered by injury. Every note flowed effortlessly

into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged through his

Waylen, his memories reclaimed in

performance, even his

Rena might not have suffered regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill

ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final note resonated, she slowly lowered

hauntingly familiar, tugging at her

moment, Waylen moved behind her, his warm palms

tenderness was enough to

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

resistance dissolved as Waylen lowered his head, his Lips brushing against her

a sensation

this close to a

voice trembled as she

said nothing further. He pressed his face into her cascading brown hair, embracing the softness. It had been too long since he held her like

Cecilia observed with a mixture of amusement

What were they doing?

he suddenly embraced Rena

around, her eyes fell upon