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.

the right fit for you, Cecilia. If you

flared, evident in her

a girl recently, she couldn’t help but protest

shifted to the computer, where he pulled up a news article from Czanch, The subject of the article was none other than

then, Mark had been quite young, his elegance and charm captivating the hearts

pointed to the screen, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Mark, a mix of fascination and skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen, this is Mr. Evans from

playful demeanor, Waylen’s intentions

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

bashful smile, a mixture

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

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

Cecilia’s hair. Their Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered

She declined the invitation to your

calm demeanor remained unshaken. He understood Rena’s character better than anyone. Turning to his sister, he handed her his phone, a request embedded within his action.

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

was tender yet playful as

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truth was that Cecilia could potentially court Rena’s

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 a girl to set up a rendezvous with Rena, only to conveniently send

Right.

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

she dialed the number, muttering

whispers of her brother’s pursuit of a girl named

gifted student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano skills

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

Rena directly declined the

Waylen, who offered her a

Cecilia Fowler… Yes, Waylen’s sister. You can just call me Cecilia. Actually, I’m the one who extended the invitation. I share your

was

Cecilia had a knack for swiftly warming up

coquettishness, her sweet words

Cecilia discovered

playfully inquired. “Waylen, what’s my

jotting down a sum. Ten million. He tore the check and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a photo of Mark. Don’t forget to place it

pouted, expressing her true desire. “I want to meet

tag along, Waylen reconsidered and agreed to her

with Rena, making her presence

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

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

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

invitation caught Rena off

driver’s seat. His gesture,

the car, settling into

immediately, Cecilia initiated a

Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating

the unease in

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

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

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

detected the

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

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

a blue vase atop the entrance table, adorned with

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

familiar, as though she had

ambiance mirrored her own desires,

found herself drawn to the vase, her fingers

A voice behind her

jolted Rena, causing her to turn

her gaze,

her

her legs threatening to buckle beneath her. Honesty compelled her to speak. “I do like this style of decor.

hinted

hold her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself,

lips as he

wavered, unable to

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

different. It was all black and white, cold and distant… But recently, Waylen inexplicably redecorated it. I believe he did it for someone

created a delicate atmosphere

help but cast a curious glance

the hallway before following Rena into

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

Rena and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his tone casual as he suggested, “Do you

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

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

were suffused with mist, and Rena looked sideways at

heart skipped

same feeling

Waylen seem to know her

Had he

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

began to dance

by injury. Every note flowed effortlessly beneath her touch, evoking a profound sense of

Jarrod’s words surged through his consciousness, returning his

was Waylen, his

even his eyes blazed

opportunity to

safe return. After Rena’s final note resonated, she slowly lowered her hands, her heart heavy

was hauntingly familiar,

his warm palms gently settling on

extreme tenderness was enough to

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

his Lips brushing against her ear as he whispered,

a sensation entirely new

had never been this close

voice trembled as she responded, I

further. He pressed his face into her cascading brown hair, embracing the

observed with a mixture of amusement and

What were they doing?

had he suddenly embraced Rena

rummaged around, her eyes fell upon