A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1391-1400
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.
for you,
irritation flared, evident in her
been involved with a girl recently, she couldn’t help but protest
up a news article from Czanch, The subject
had been quite young, his elegance
pointed to the screen, a teasing smile playing on his
her gaze.
demeanor, Waylen’s intentions were
“Cecilia, in my eyes, you’re incomparable. No one can hold a candle to
bashful smile, a mixture of disbelief and flattery coloring
Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender
with affection
unspoken plea for
Their Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered the room, her
declined
anyone. Turning to his sister, he handed her his phone, a request embedded within his action. “Cecilia, could
Waylen’s suggestion, Cecilia countered with a challenge, her tone defiant as she asked, “Alright, but what’s in it
tender yet playful as he
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potentially court Rena’s uncle, get married, and ultimately
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
Right.
away from the accusation, his demeanor composed. Adjusting his
lips curled into a mischievous smile as she dialed the number, muttering to herself, “It seems even my brother has someone he can’t
of her brother’s pursuit
gifted student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano
Rena, Cecilia concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in line
directly declined the
to her brother, Waylen, who offered her a reassuring
“Hello, this is Cecilia Fowler… Yes, Waylen’s sister. You can just call me Cecilia. Actually, I’m
of the Line, Rena was taken aback
a knack for swiftly warming up to new
for coquettishness, her sweet words left Rena Little
discovered Rena’s
the phone, Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen,
and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed out and handed it over, saying, “Here’s a photo of
desire.
have Cecilia tag along,
with Rena, making her presence a welcome
music school, the clock struck four in the afternoon which signalled the end
Continental GT pulled up at the
the street. However, the car came to a stop before her, its
invitation caught Rena off
face to face with Waylen as he emerged from the driver’s seat. His gesture, opening the back
and entered the car, settling into
initiated a lively
first encounter with Cecilia, their unfamiliarity
sensed the unease in
traffic light turned red, he cast a brief glance in the rearview mirror, his
remained clear and earnest, a side of
charisma and good Looks. Rena felt a flush creeping onto her cheeks, an unexpected response to his
detected the
brother, she
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
in the baroque-style decor, and her gaze landed on the piano once played by Louis II. A sense of familiarity washed over
as though she had lived in this
own desires, resembling
herself drawn to the vase,
appealing?” A voice behind her
sound jolted Rena, causing
her gaze,
stared at her
compelled her to speak. “I do
hinted
her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself,
as he responded, “As long
to meet his
she turned to Cecilia. “Weren’t you going to
to be so different. It was all black and white, cold and distant… But recently,
delicate atmosphere between the
cast a
coat in the hallway before following
involuntarily gazing at him. Waylen exuded a magnetic confidence with every step he took. His handsome features were enough to captivate
on her shoulder, his tone casual
flutter of flattery at his words. The piano held a
above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of longing. “I’d Like to hear the
suffused with mist, and Rena looked sideways at
heart skipped a
same feeling
did Waylen seem to know
Had he investigated
emerged in his eyes. Her tender and
Rena’s fingers began to dance upon
hampered by injury. Every note flowed effortlessly
into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged through his
Waylen, his memories reclaimed in
performance, even his
Rena might not have suffered regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill
ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final note resonated, she slowly lowered
hauntingly familiar, tugging at her
moment, Waylen moved behind her, his warm palms
tenderness was enough to
Days prior, Harold’s memory had been a constant presence, even affecting her appetite. Yet now, her heart seemed firmly
resistance dissolved as Waylen lowered his head, his Lips brushing against her
a sensation
this close to a
voice trembled as she
said nothing further. He pressed his face into her cascading brown hair, embracing the softness. It had been too long since he held her like
Cecilia observed with a mixture of amusement
What were they doing?
he suddenly embraced Rena
around, her eyes fell upon
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