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

evident in

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

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

elegance

teasing smile playing on his lips.

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

playful demeanor, Waylen’s

gently ruffled Cecilia’s hair, his voice soft and reassuring. “Cecilia, in my eyes, you’re incomparable. No one

mixture of disbelief

response was measured, his tone tender as he replied, “Such a comparison isn’t fair. One is my future wife, and the other is my cherished

heart swelled with affection

since childhood, she couldn’t help but seek his embrace, her arms reaching out in an unspoken plea for

hair. Their Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered the room, her lips curving into

She declined

sister, he handed her his phone,

suggestion, Cecilia countered with a challenge, her tone defiant as she asked,

playful

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

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

Right.

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

number, muttering to herself, “It seems even my brother has someone he can’t

brother’s pursuit of a girl named Rena

gifted student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano skills

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

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

Waylen, who offered

on her charismatic charm, Cecilia transformed into a social butterfly, her 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 piano.

the Line, Rena was taken aback by the sudden twist.

Cecilia had a knack for swiftly warming up to

a flair for coquettishness, her sweet words left

Cecilia discovered Rena’s

phone, Cecilia playfully inquired.

million. He tore the check and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a

desire.

along, Waylen reconsidered and agreed to her

resonated with Rena, making her presence a welcome

the clock struck four in the afternoon which signalled the end of Rena’s classes. Clutching her books,

at the school gates, its Luxurious aura impossible to

the street. However, the car came to a stop

invitation caught Rena

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

complied and entered the car,

Cecilia initiated

Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating a

the unease in the

to a halt as the traffic light turned red, he cast a brief glance in the rearview mirror, his eyes

and earnest, a side of her he hadn’t witnessed before. Waylen’s

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

too, detected the

she couldn’t help

apartment building. As Waylen parked the car, Cecilia looped her arm through

blue vase atop the entrance table,

her gaze landed on the piano once played by Louis II. A sense of familiarity washed

she had lived in this space in

desires, resembling the

found herself drawn to the

appealing?” A voice behind

causing

presence met her gaze, his handsome

at her with his

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

desire to hold her close was palpable, yet he

his lips as he responded, “As long

to meet

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

eagerly 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 he did it for someone

forthrightness created a delicate atmosphere

but cast a curious glance

the hallway

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

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

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

ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of

suffused with mist, and Rena

skipped

same feeling surged

seem to know her

Had

her emerged in his eyes. Her tender and determined visage, reminiscent of Alexis, called

Rena’s fingers began to dance upon the piano

injury. Every note flowed

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

his memories reclaimed in

piano performance, even his eyes

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

“if only” held no place in reality. ALL he desired now was to ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final note resonated, she slowly lowered

the sensation was hauntingly familiar,

his warm palms gently settling on her slender

extreme tenderness was enough to

memory had been a constant presence, even affecting her

lowered his head, his Lips brushing against

sensation entirely new to

never been this close to

trembled as she responded,

pressed his face into her cascading brown hair, embracing the softness. It

a mixture

What were they doing?

he suddenly embraced

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