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 dare to pursue him privately,

evident in

had been involved with a girl

his sister in an affectionate gesture. His eyes shifted to the computer, where he pulled up a news article from Czanch, The subject of

his elegance and charm captivating the hearts of many, including

teasing smile playing on his lips. “How

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

playful demeanor, Waylen’s intentions

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

a bashful smile, a mixture

couldn’t resist the urge to ask, “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

swelled with

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

affectionately tousled Cecilia’s hair. Their Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered the room, her lips curving into

Gordon… She declined the invitation to

Turning to his sister, he handed her his phone, a request embedded within his action. “Cecilia, could you help

a challenge, her tone defiant as she asked, “Alright,

yet playful

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potentially court Rena’s uncle, get married, and ultimately give birth

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

Right.

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

muttering to herself,

her brother’s pursuit of

student at the conservatory,

Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in line with Waylen’s taste. A perfect

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

to her brother, Waylen, who

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

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

a knack for swiftly warming up to

her sweet words left

discovered Rena’s class

Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen,

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,

true desire. “I want

Cecilia tag along, Waylen

Rena,

signalled the end

Continental GT pulled up at the

the street. However, the car came to a stop

invitation caught

Waylen as he emerged from the driver’s seat. His gesture, opening

and entered the car,

initiated

marked Rena’s first encounter with Cecilia,

sensed the unease

light turned red, he cast

of her he hadn’t witnessed before. Waylen’s lips curved

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

detected the

her brother, she couldn’t

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

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

took in the baroque-style decor, and her gaze landed on the piano once played by

familiar, as though she had

ambiance mirrored her own desires, resembling the home she had

found herself drawn to the vase,

A voice

Rena, causing her to turn

her gaze, his handsome features

her with his deep

compelled her to speak. “I do like this style of

expression hinted at her

desire to hold her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself,

graced his lips as he responded, “As long

gaze wavered, unable to meet his

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

It was all black and white, cold and distant… But recently,

delicate atmosphere between the

couldn’t help but cast a curious glance at

his coat in the hallway before following Rena

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

his tone casual as he suggested, “Do you like it? Take a seat and

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

her lips and seated herself before the instrument, her slender fingers poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again,

suffused with mist, and Rena

skipped a

same feeling surged

to

Had he

in his eyes. Her tender and determined visage, reminiscent

Rena’s fingers began to dance upon the piano

hampered by injury. Every note flowed effortlessly beneath

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

Waylen, his

piano performance, even his eyes

might not have suffered regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill her dreams. Perhaps by now, she could have become a renowned pianist on

reality. ALL he desired now was to ensure her safe return. After Rena’s

the sensation was hauntingly familiar,

behind her, his warm palms

was enough to disarm

was taken aback, a swirl of emotions coursing through her. Days prior, Harold’s memory had been a constant presence,

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

body tensed, a sensation

never been this close to

she responded, I didn’t

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

with a mixture of amusement and

What were they doing?

suddenly

into the kitchen, her thoughts centered on finding something to eat. As she rummaged around, her eyes