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,

irritation flared, evident

girl recently, she couldn’t help

His eyes shifted to the computer, where he pulled up a news article from

quite young, his elegance and charm captivating the hearts of

pointed to the screen, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “How about this one? Doesn’t he meet your

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

his playful demeanor, Waylen’s intentions were

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

a mixture of disbelief and flattery

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

with affection for

an unspoken plea for

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

Gordon… She declined the invitation to

to his sister, he handed

Cecilia countered with a challenge, her tone defiant as she asked, “Alright,

yet playful as

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Rena’s uncle, get married, and

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

Right.

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

as she dialed the number, muttering to herself, “It seems even my brother

brother’s

the conservatory, Rena’s piano skills

of Rena, Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in line with

call connected, Rena directly declined the invitation.

to her brother, Waylen, who offered

Cecilia transformed into 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 passion for playing the piano. Please, come over. If it’s

of the Line, Rena was taken aback by the

a knack for swiftly warming up to

sweet

Cecilia discovered Rena’s class

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

then got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a photo of Mark. Don’t forget to place it above your bed. He’s your

pouted, expressing her true desire. “I want to

along, Waylen reconsidered and agreed to

resonated with Rena, making her presence

which signalled the end of Rena’s classes. Clutching her books, she

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

the car came to a stop before her, its window rolling down to reveal a delicate and beautiful

caught

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

complied and entered the car,

initiated

first encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity generating a

sensed the unease

halt as the traffic light turned red, he cast a

of

charisma and good Looks. Rena

detected

pride for her brother, she couldn’t help

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

vase atop the entrance table, adorned with

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

uncannily familiar, as though she had

desires, resembling the home she

found herself drawn to the vase,

find it appealing?” A voice behind her broke

jolted Rena, causing her to turn

enigmatic presence met her gaze,

her with his deep

“I do like this style of decor. It’s strangely familiar, as though I’ve seen it in

hinted at her

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

graced his lips as he responded, “As long

to meet

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

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

created a delicate atmosphere between the

cast a curious glance

gracefully removed his coat in the

at him. Waylen exuded a magnetic confidence with every step

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

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

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

mist,

skipped a

feeling surged

Waylen seem to know

crept in. Had he investigated

gaze intently fixed on her, a fervent desire to claim her emerged in his eyes. Her tender

to dance upon

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

Jarrod’s words surged through

Waylen, his memories reclaimed in

piano performance, even his

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

held no place 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

sensation was hauntingly

warm palms gently settling on her

was enough

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

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

a sensation entirely new

been this close to

as she responded,

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

Cecilia observed with a mixture of

What were they doing?

suddenly

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,