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.

brief pause, Waylen said, “He’s not the right fit for you, Cecilia. If

flared, evident in

her brother had been involved with a girl recently, she

His eyes shifted to the computer, where he pulled up a news article from Czanch, The

young, his elegance and charm captivating the hearts of

playing on his lips. “How about this one? Doesn’t he meet your

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

his playful demeanor, Waylen’s intentions were

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

offered a bashful smile, a mixture of

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

heart swelled with affection for

arms reaching out in an unspoken plea for reassurance. Her voice carried a soft plea. “Waylen, as long as Rena makes you happy, I promise

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

declined the invitation to

better than anyone. Turning to his sister, he

a challenge, her tone defiant as she asked, “Alright, but

playful as

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that Cecilia could potentially court Rena’s uncle, get

out 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

Right.

shy away from the accusation, his demeanor composed.

smile as she dialed the number, muttering to herself, “It seems even my brother has

heard whispers of her brother’s

conservatory, Rena’s piano skills

pictures of Rena, Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in line with Waylen’s

the call connected, Rena directly declined the invitation. “Mr. Fowler, I’ve already declined

brother, Waylen,

said, “Hello, this is Cecilia Fowler… 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

of the Line, Rena was

Cecilia had a knack for

for coquettishness, her sweet words left Rena Little room

discovered Rena’s

Cecilia playfully inquired.

the check and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed

pouted, expressing her true desire.

Cecilia tag along, Waylen reconsidered and agreed to her

style resonated with Rena, making her presence a welcome

clock struck four in the afternoon which signalled the end of

Continental GT pulled up at the school gates, its Luxurious aura impossible

to cross the street. However, the car came to a stop before her, its window rolling down to reveal a

caught Rena

loss, she found herself face to face with Waylen as he emerged from the driver’s seat. His gesture, opening the back door for her, spoke volumes.

complied and entered the car,

Cecilia initiated

first encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating a palpable

the unease in the

he cast a brief glance in

and earnest, a side of her he hadn’t

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

detected the subtle

with pride for her brother, she couldn’t help but

arrived at the entrance of Waylen’s apartment building. As Waylen parked the car, Cecilia looped her

swung open, revealing a blue vase atop the

baroque-style decor, and her gaze landed on the piano once played by

felt uncannily familiar, as though she had lived in this space

own desires,

thoughts, Rena found herself drawn to the vase, her fingers grazing

appealing?” A voice behind

sound jolted Rena, causing her

met her gaze,

at her with

beneath her. Honesty compelled her to speak. “I do like this style of decor. It’s strangely familiar, as though I’ve seen it in a dream

hinted at

close was palpable, yet he restrained himself,

gentle smile graced his lips as he responded, “As

unable to meet his intense

the topic, she turned to Cecilia. “Weren’t you going to

“This place used to be so different. It was all black and

created a delicate

but cast a curious glance

coat in the hallway before

with every step he took. His handsome features were enough to captivate

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

flattery at his words. The piano held a beautiful tale, a treasure she had longed to

her lips and seated herself before the instrument, her slender fingers poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly,

with mist, and

heart skipped a

feeling surged

did Waylen seem to know her

crept in. Had he investigated her

gaze intently fixed on her, a fervent desire to claim her emerged in his eyes. Her tender and determined visage, reminiscent of Alexis, called to him

fingers began to dance upon

her foot no Longer hampered by injury. Every note flowed effortlessly beneath her

gradually drifted into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged through his consciousness, returning his memories to

was Waylen, his

performance, even his eyes blazed with

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

reality. ALL he desired now was to ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final note resonated, she slowly lowered her hands,

the sensation was hauntingly familiar, tugging

Waylen moved behind her, his warm palms gently settling on her slender shoulders,

was enough

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

lowered his head, his Lips brushing against her ear

tensed, a sensation entirely

this close to a

voice trembled as she

hair, embracing the

with a

What were they doing?

he suddenly

around, her eyes fell upon