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.

Waylen said, “He’s not the right fit for you, Cecilia. If you dare to pursue him privately, be prepared for the

evident in her

had been involved with a girl

where he pulled up a news article from Czanch, The subject of the article was

Mark had been quite young, his elegance and charm captivating

a teasing smile playing on his lips. “How about this one?

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

his playful demeanor, Waylen’s

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

a bashful smile, a mixture of

urge to ask, “Am I better than Rena?” Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender as he replied,

with affection for

couldn’t help 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 makes you happy, I promise to treat

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

declined

calm 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, “Alright, but

playful as he patted

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could potentially court Rena’s uncle, get married,

her 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

Right.

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

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

brother’s pursuit of a girl named Rena

the conservatory, Rena’s

fell in line with Waylen’s

connected, Rena directly declined the invitation.

Waylen, who

is Cecilia Fowler… Yes, Waylen’s sister. You can just call me Cecilia. Actually, I’m the

the Line, Rena was taken aback by

it that Cecilia had a knack for swiftly warming up to

sweet words left Rena

discovered Rena’s class

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

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

true desire. “I want to

have Cecilia tag along, Waylen

style resonated with Rena, making her presence a welcome

Duefron’s music school, the clock struck four in the afternoon which signalled the end of Rena’s

up at the school gates, its Luxurious

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

caught

driver’s seat. His gesture,

and entered the car, settling into

Cecilia initiated

Cecilia, their

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 with

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

good Looks. Rena felt

detected the subtle

for her brother, she couldn’t help but

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

open, revealing a blue vase atop

baroque-style decor, and her gaze landed on the piano once played by Louis II. A sense of familiarity washed over

had lived in this

own desires, resembling the home she

Rena found herself drawn to the vase, her

it appealing?” A voice behind

causing her to turn

presence met her gaze,

at her

“I do like this

expression hinted at her

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

his lips as he

gaze wavered, unable to

the topic, she turned to Cecilia. “Weren’t

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

delicate atmosphere between

cast a curious

in the hallway

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

her shoulder, his tone casual as he suggested, “Do you

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

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

were suffused with mist, and Rena looked

heart skipped

same feeling surged

to know her so

crept in. Had

fixed on her, a fervent desire to claim her emerged in his

Rena’s fingers began to dance upon the

foot no Longer hampered by injury. Every note flowed effortlessly beneath her touch, evoking

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

his memories reclaimed

piano performance, even his eyes blazed with

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

he desired now was to ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final note

sensation was hauntingly familiar, tugging at her

palms gently settling on her slender shoulders,

tenderness was enough

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

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

tensed, a sensation

been this close to a man

trembled as she

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

observed with a mixture of amusement

What were they doing?

had he suddenly embraced

something to eat. As she rummaged around, her eyes fell upon a brand new