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.

not the right fit for you, Cecilia. If you dare to pursue him privately,

evident

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

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

a teasing smile playing on his lips. “How about this one? Doesn’t he meet

fascination and skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen,

playful demeanor, Waylen’s

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

a mixture of disbelief and flattery coloring her

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

heart swelled with affection for her

an unspoken plea for reassurance. Her voice carried a soft

Their Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered

She declined the invitation to

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

tone defiant as she asked,

yet playful as he patted

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that Cecilia could potentially court Rena’s uncle,

dancing with mischief. “Waylen, don’t think you can outsmart me. I know exactly what you’re scheming. You plan

Right.

his demeanor composed. Adjusting his tie

curled into a mischievous smile as she dialed the number, muttering to herself, “It seems even

of her brother’s pursuit of

student at the conservatory, Rena’s

Rena, Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in

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

Waylen, who

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

Rena was

knack

for coquettishness, her sweet words

discovered Rena’s

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

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 above

pouted, expressing her true desire. “I want

to have Cecilia tag along,

Rena, making

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

glistening golden Bentley Continental GT pulled up at the school gates,

stop before her, its window rolling down to reveal a delicate

caught Rena

face to face with Waylen as he emerged from the driver’s seat. His gesture, opening the back door for her, spoke

complied and entered the car,

initiated a lively

Cecilia,

the unease in

the traffic light turned red, he cast a brief glance

remained clear and earnest, a side of her he

good Looks. Rena felt a flush creeping onto her cheeks,

detected the subtle

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

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

door swung open, revealing a blue vase atop the entrance table,

once played by Louis II. A sense of familiarity washed over Rena, her

uncannily familiar, as though she had

mirrored her own desires, resembling the home

thoughts, Rena found herself drawn to the vase,

you find it appealing?” A

sound jolted Rena, causing her to turn

her gaze, his handsome

her with

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 I’ve seen it in

hinted

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

his lips as he responded, “As long

unable to meet his

Cecilia. “Weren’t you going to show

seized the opportunity, playfully dragging Rena along. “This place used to be so different. It was all black and white,

created a delicate atmosphere

help but cast a

removed his coat in the hallway before following Rena into the

Waylen exuded a magnetic confidence with every step he took.

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

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

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

with mist, and Rena

skipped

feeling surged

seem to know her

Had he investigated

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

began to dance upon the

note flowed

drifted into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged

his memories reclaimed

piano performance, even his eyes blazed

have suffered regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill her dreams. Perhaps by now, she could have become a renowned

in reality. ALL he desired now was to ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final note resonated, she slowly lowered her hands, her heart heavy

hauntingly

his warm palms gently settling on her slender shoulders,

extreme tenderness was

been a constant presence, even

pull, Rena’s resistance dissolved as Waylen lowered his head, his Lips brushing against her ear as he

body tensed, a sensation entirely new

never been this close to a

voice trembled as she responded, I

said nothing further. He pressed his face into her cascading brown hair, embracing the softness. It had been too long

them, Cecilia observed with a mixture of

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, “Why did