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.

fit for you, Cecilia. If you

evident

a girl recently,

in an affectionate gesture. His eyes shifted to the computer, where he pulled up a news article

quite young, his elegance and charm captivating the hearts of many, including

on his

skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen, this is Mr. Evans from Czanch. How could he possibly be

demeanor, Waylen’s

hair, his voice soft and reassuring. “Cecilia, in my eyes, you’re incomparable. No one can hold

bashful smile, a mixture of disbelief

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

heart swelled with

on him since childhood, she couldn’t help but seek his embrace, her arms reaching out in an unspoken plea for reassurance. Her voice carried a soft plea. “Waylen,

interrupted as Jazlyn entered

Fowler, Miss Gordon… She declined

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,

response was tender yet playful as he patted Cecilia’s

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

“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

Right.

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

muttering to herself, “It seems even

of her brother’s pursuit of a girl

student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano skills were

beauty fell in line with Waylen’s taste. A

declined the invitation.

Waylen, who offered her a

tone sweet and enticing as she 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

of the Line, Rena was taken aback by the sudden

that Cecilia had a knack for swiftly

sweet words left Rena

discovered Rena’s class

up the phone, Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen, what’s

Cecilia, then got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a photo of Mark. Don’t

desire.

have Cecilia tag along, Waylen

resonated with Rena, making her presence a

signalled the end of Rena’s classes. Clutching her books, she contemplated heading home

glistening golden Bentley Continental GT pulled up at the school gates, its Luxurious aura impossible to

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

invitation caught Rena off

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

the car, settling into

Cecilia initiated

marked Rena’s first encounter with Cecilia, their

unease in the

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

of her he hadn’t

was a smile that showcased both his charisma and good Looks. Rena felt a flush

detected the subtle

for her brother, she

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

apartment’s door swung open, revealing a blue vase

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

familiar, as though she had lived in this

mirrored her own desires,

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

A voice behind her broke the

Rena, causing her to

presence met her gaze, his handsome features

at her with

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

expression hinted at her

hold her close was palpable, yet he restrained

lips as he responded, “As long

to meet his intense

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

seized the opportunity, playfully dragging Rena along. “This place used to be so different. It was all black and white, cold and distant… But recently, Waylen inexplicably redecorated it. I believe

created a delicate atmosphere between the

couldn’t help but cast a curious

in the hallway

involuntarily gazing at him. Waylen exuded a magnetic confidence with every step he took. His handsome

shoulder, his tone casual as he suggested, “Do

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 carrying

eyes were suffused with mist,

skipped a

same feeling surged

seem to know her so

crept in. Had he investigated her

her, a fervent desire to claim her emerged in his eyes. Her

fingers began to dance upon

note flowed effortlessly beneath her

words surged through his consciousness, returning his

his memories reclaimed in

by Rena’s piano performance, even his eyes blazed with

regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill

was to ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final

hauntingly familiar,

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

tenderness was enough

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

head, his Lips brushing

body tensed, a sensation entirely new to

this close

as she responded, I

into her cascading brown hair, embracing the softness. It had been too long

Cecilia observed with a mixture of amusement

What were they doing?

he suddenly embraced

centered on finding something to eat. As she rummaged around, her eyes fell upon a brand new