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.

said, “He’s not the right fit for you,

evident

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

where he pulled up

quite young, his elegance and charm captivating the

to the screen, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “How about this one? Doesn’t he

eyes fixed on the news footage of Mark, a mix of fascination and skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen,

demeanor,

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

offered a bashful smile, a mixture of disbelief and flattery coloring her

“Am I better than Rena?” Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender as he replied, “Such a comparison isn’t fair. One is my future wife, and the other is

with affection for

seek his embrace, her 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 to

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

She declined

unshaken. He understood Rena’s character better than anyone. Turning to his sister, he handed her his

tone defiant as she asked, “Alright, but what’s in it

tender yet playful

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could potentially court Rena’s uncle, get

you can outsmart me. I know exactly what you’re scheming. You plan to use my identity as a girl to set

Right.

didn’t shy away from the accusation, his demeanor composed. Adjusting his tie with a graceful touch, he appeared

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

heard whispers of her brother’s

the conservatory,

at pictures of Rena, Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in line with Waylen’s taste. A perfect match, it

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

turned to her brother, Waylen, who offered her a reassuring

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. Please, come

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

had it that Cecilia had a knack for swiftly

coquettishness, her sweet words left Rena Little room

discovered Rena’s class

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

a sum. Ten million. He tore the check and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed out

pouted, expressing her true desire. “I want to

Cecilia tag along, Waylen reconsidered and

style resonated with Rena, making her presence

music school, the clock struck four in the afternoon which signalled the end of Rena’s classes. Clutching her books, she contemplated heading

up at the school gates, its Luxurious aura impossible to

to a stop

invitation caught Rena off

he emerged from the driver’s seat.

entered the car, settling into

initiated

encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating a palpable

sensed the unease in the

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

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

Rena felt a flush

detected

her brother, she couldn’t help but admire

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

vase atop the entrance table, adorned with

piano once played by Louis II.

though she had lived in this space

own desires, resembling the home she had

herself drawn to the vase, her fingers grazing its

it appealing?” A voice behind her

Rena, causing her to

enigmatic presence met her gaze, his handsome features seemingly

stared at her with his deep

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

expression hinted at

to hold her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself, recognizing that the timing

lips as he responded, “As long

unable to meet

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

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

forthrightness created a delicate atmosphere between

couldn’t help but cast a curious

his coat in the hallway before following Rena

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

tone casual as he suggested, “Do you like it?

his words. The piano held a beautiful tale, a treasure she had

poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of

mist, and

skipped

feeling surged

to know her

crept in. Had

his gaze intently fixed on her, a fervent desire to claim her emerged in his eyes. Her tender and determined

fingers began to dance upon the piano

flawlessly, her foot no Longer hampered by injury. Every note

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

his

even his eyes blazed

might not have suffered regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill her dreams.

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

was hauntingly familiar, tugging at

that moment, Waylen moved behind her, his warm palms gently settling

extreme tenderness was enough to

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

dissolved as Waylen lowered his head, his Lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much.

body tensed, a sensation entirely

never been this

voice trembled as she

face into her cascading brown hair, embracing the softness. It had been too long since he held her like

a mixture of amusement

What were they doing?

had he suddenly embraced Rena Like

finding something to eat. As she rummaged around, her eyes fell upon a brand new air fryer. Muttering to herself, she asked, “Why did my brother buy