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.

right fit for you, Cecilia. If you dare to pursue him privately,

evident in her

with a girl recently, she couldn’t help

up a news article from Czanch, The subject of

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

smile playing on his lips. “How about this one? Doesn’t

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

his playful demeanor,

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

smile, a mixture of disbelief

Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender as

heart swelled with affection for

but seek his embrace, her arms reaching out in an unspoken plea for reassurance. Her voice carried a soft plea. “Waylen, as long as Rena

moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered the room, her lips curving into a

Gordon… She declined the invitation

he handed her his

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

playful as

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

exactly what you’re scheming. You plan to use my identity as a

Right.

from the accusation, his demeanor composed. Adjusting his tie

as she dialed the number, muttering

heard whispers of her brother’s pursuit of a

student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano

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.

brother, Waylen,

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

Rena was

Cecilia had a knack for swiftly warming up to new

flair for coquettishness, her sweet words left Rena Little room

discovered Rena’s class

phone, Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen,

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

expressing her true desire. “I want

to have Cecilia tag along, Waylen reconsidered and agreed

style resonated with Rena, making her

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

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

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

caught Rena off

driver’s seat. His gesture, opening the back door for her, spoke volumes. “Please, join us. We can’t

entered the car, settling

immediately, Cecilia initiated a lively

marked Rena’s first encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating a palpable

the unease in the

the traffic light turned red, he cast a

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

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

too, detected the subtle

brother, she couldn’t help but admire his

entrance of Waylen’s apartment building. As Waylen parked the car, Cecilia looped her arm through Rena’s,

swung open, revealing a blue vase

took in 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

familiar, as though she had lived in this

own desires, resembling the

drawn to the vase, her fingers grazing

it appealing?” A voice behind

causing her to

gaze, his handsome

stared at her with his deep

speak. “I do like this style of decor. It’s strangely

expression hinted

her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself, recognizing that the timing wasn’t

he

unable to meet his

“Weren’t you going to show

Rena along. “This place used to be so different. It was all black and white, cold and distant… But recently, Waylen inexplicably

forthrightness created a delicate atmosphere

cast a curious glance at

gracefully removed his coat in the hallway

with every step he

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

The piano held a beautiful tale, a treasure

slender fingers poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his

suffused with mist,

skipped

feeling surged

Waylen seem to

in. Had

emerged in his eyes. Her tender and determined visage,

Rena’s fingers began to dance upon the piano

injury. Every note flowed effortlessly beneath her touch, evoking

Jarrod’s words surged through his consciousness,

Waylen, his memories

even his eyes blazed with

and lost the opportunity to fulfill her dreams.

ALL he desired now was to ensure her safe

sensation was hauntingly familiar, tugging at her

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

tenderness was enough to disarm

her. Days prior, Harold’s memory had been a

his head, his Lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I’ve missed you so

tensed, a sensation entirely new

never been this close to a

as she responded, I didn’t

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

observed with a mixture

What were they doing?

he suddenly embraced Rena Like

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,